Up to a certain point every man is what he thinks he is.
The propriety of some persons seems to consist in having improper thoughts about their neighbors.
Our live experiences, fixed in aphorisms, stiffen into cold epigrams. Our heart's blood, as we write it, turns to mere dull ink.
The deadliest foe to virtue would be complete self-knowledge.
An aphorism is true where it has fixed the impression of a genuine experience.
The cost of a thing is what I call life which has to be exchanged for it, immediately or in the long run.