there they laugh: they do not understand me; I am not the mouth for these ears.
The wittiest authors evoke a barely perceptible smile.
How little is required for pleasure! The sound of a bagpipe - without music, life would be an error.
It is only because man believes himself to be free, not because he is free, that he experiences remorse and pricks of conscience.
Every word is a preconceived judgment.
Many die too late, and some die too early. Yet strangers soundeth the precept: "Die at the right time!"