The earth is like the breasts of a woman: useful as well as pleasing.

The higher we soar the smaller we appear to those who cannot fly.

With one more talent one frequently stands with greater instability than with one less, as a table stands better on three legs than on four.

Whatever is gold does not glitter. A gentle radiance belongs to the noblest metal.

How lovely it is that there are words and sounds. Are not words and sounds rainbows and illusive bridges between things which are eternally apart?

Some die too young, some die too old; the precept sounds strange, but die at the right age.

It is obvious that all sense has gone out of modern marriage; which is, however, no objection to marriage but to modernity.