The sick woman especially: no one surpasses her in refinements for ruling, oppressing, tyrannising.

The vain.- We are like shop windows in which we are continually arranging, concealing or illuminating the supposed qualities other ascribe to us - in order to deceive ourselves.

The love of truth has its reward in heaven and even on earth.

We praise or blame as one or the other affords more opportunity for exhibiting our power of judgement.

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

He who is not a bird should not build his nest over abysses.

I know of no better life purpose than to perish in attempting the great and the impossible.