Liberty is from God; liberties, from the devil.
We consider it tedious to talk of the weather, and yet there is nothing more important.
Why has no religion this command before all others: Thou shalt work?
Truly, one gets easier accustomed to a silken bed than to a sack of leaves.
When you have discovered a stain in yourself, you eagerly seek for and gladly find stains in others.
The silver-leaved birch retains in its old age a soft bark; there are some such men.