Some men, like modern shops, hang everything in their show windows; when one goes inside, nothing is to be found.

Truly, one gets easier accustomed to a silken bed than to a sack of leaves.

People look with sympathetic eyes only at the blossom and the fruit, and disregard the long period of transition during which the one is ripening into the other.

What will people say-in these words lies the tyranny of the world, the whole destruction of our natural disposition, the oblique vision of our minds. These four words hold sway everywhere.

To harbor hatred and animosity in the soul makes one irritable, gloomy, and prematurely old.

When the foot of the' mountain is enveloped in mist, the mountain appears to us much loftier than it is; so also when the ground and basis of a disaster is not clear to us.

All men are selfish, but the vain man is in love with himself. He admires, like the lover his adored one, everything which to others is indifferent.