All the troubles of life come upon us because we refuse to sit quietly for a while each day in our rooms.

When a soldier complains of his hard life (or a labourer, etc.) try giving him nothing to do.

What a difficult thing it is to ask someone's advice on a matter without coloring his judgment by the way in which we present our problem.

All sorrow has its root in man's inability to sit quiet in a room by himself.

Voluptuousness, like justice, is blind, but that is the only resemblance between them.

I bring you the gift of these four words: I believe in you.

Death is easier to bear without thinking of it, than the thought of death without peril.