Our second mother, habit, is also a good mother.
With hat in hand, one gets on in the world.
We hear the rain fall, but not the snow. Bitter grief is loud, calm grief is silent.
The little dissatisfaction which every artist feels at the completion of a work forms the germ of a new work.
Liberty is from God; liberties, from the devil.
To harbor hatred and animosity in the soul makes one irritable, gloomy, and prematurely old.