With hat in hand, one gets on in the world.

What is all our knowledge worth? We do not even know what the weather will be tomorrow.

Solitude has a healing consoler, friend, companion: it is work.

The vain being is the really solitary being.

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.

The silver-leaved birch retains in its old age a soft bark; there are some such men.

Of all afflictions, the worst is self contempt.