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

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

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

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

When you have discovered a stain in yourself, you eagerly seek for and gladly find stains in others.

To acquire money requires valor, to keep money requires prudence, and to spend money well is an art.

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