Of all afflictions, the worst is self contempt.

Our second mother, habit, is also a good mother.

He who, to be happy, needs nothing but himself, is happy.

The little dissatisfaction which every artist feels at the completion of a work forms the germ of a new work.

Years teach us more than books.

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.

Of all afflictions, the worst is self contempt.