Trousers and the reputation of not being a thief are similar in the following way: There is no particular honor in having them butonce they are lost, everyone thinks they have the right to insult us.

Austrian soldiers are like horses: brave but easily frightened.

No matter which word it is, when I pronounce repeatedly, it ends up sounding utterly ridiculous and meaningless to me.

The real genres: good and bad.

A pious woman's neighbor, a philanthropist's child, a liberal's servant--these three have a hard life.

I notice well that one stray step from the habitual path leads irresistibly into a new direction. Life moves forward, it never reverses its course.

There shall be no slave in your home, male or female: Least of all the mother of your son.