I have been young and am now old, and have not yet known an untruthful man to come to a good end.
He who, to be happy, needs nothing but himself, is happy.
When you have discovered a stain in yourself, you eagerly seek for and gladly find stains in others.
Imagination is the mightiest despot.
Truly, one gets easier accustomed to a silken bed than to a sack of leaves.
Solitude has a healing consoler, friend, companion: it is work.