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

Nothing ever succeeds which exuberant spirits have not helped to produce.

This mother needs happy, reputable children, and that one needs unhappy ones: otherwise she cannot show her kindness as a mother.

Human existence basically is──a never to be completed imperfect tense.

You say that I should be your teacher! See to it that I am your pinion and not your brake.

The poet presents his thoughts festively, on the carriage of rhythm: usually because they could not walk.

Truth is only an illusion we have forgotten is an illusion.