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.

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

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

The vain being is the really solitary being.

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.

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.