Our live experiences, fixed in aphorisms, stiffen into cold epigrams. Our heart's blood, as we write it, turns to mere dull ink.

It is good to know what a man is, and also what the world takes him for. But you do not understand him until you have learnt how he understands himself.

The world is the best of all possible worlds, and everything in it is a necessary evil.

Few people would not be the worse for complete sincerity.

Reason teaches us that what is good is good for something, and that what is good for nothing is not good at all.

An aphorism is true where it has fixed the impression of a genuine experience.

I can myself conceive of nothing else than the experienced.