In solitude the lonely man is eaten up by himself, among crowds by the many.

Great things demand that we either remain silent about them or speak in a great manner: in a great manner, that is-cynically and with innocence.

Stupid as a man, say the women: cowardly as a woman, say the men. Stupidity in a woman is unwomanly.

What doesn't kill you make you stronger.

Like tourists huffing and puffing to reach the peak we forget the view on the way up.

I notice that Autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature.

That, however, is - mediocrity, though it be called moderation.