The last thing that we find in making a book is to know what we must put first.

If man should commence by studying himself, he would see how impossible it is to go further.

The weather and my mood have little connection. I have my foggy and my fine days within me; my prosperity or misfortune has little to do with the matter.

To go beyond the bounds of moderation is to outrage humanity.

Everything that is incomprehensible does not, however, cease to exist.

Kind words do not cost much. They never blister the tongue or lips. They make other people good-natured. They also produce their own image on men's souls, and a beautiful image it is.

How shall one who is so weak in his childhood become really strong when he grows older? We only change our fancies.