I know how ingratitude burns, how falsehood tortures, for I have been deceived in friendship and in love; I have learned to lose and to resign myself.

Isn't it awful that cold feet make for a cold imagination and that a pair of woollen socks induce good thoughts!

Plato calls complacency the companion of loneliness.

I cannot be exacting because I respect myself.

People of talent resemble a musical instrument more closely than they do a musician. Without outside help, they produce not a single sound, but given even the slightest touch, and a magnificent tune emanates from them.

Although your knowledge is weak and small, you need not be silent: since you cannot be judges be at least witnesses.

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.