The vain being is the really solitary being.
We consider it tedious to talk of the weather, and yet there is nothing more important.
With hat in hand, one gets on in the world.
The world is the same everywhere.
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.
He who, to be happy, needs nothing but himself, is happy.