Whoever no longer finds greatness in God no longer finds it anywhere--he must either deny it or create it.

The body is a big sagacity, a plurality with one sense, a war and a peace, a flock and a shepherd.

Those moralists, on the other hand, who, following in the footsteps of Socrates, offer the individual a morality of self-control and temperance as a means to his own advantage, as his personal key to happiness, are the exceptions.

Many people, especially women, never experience boredom because they have never learned to work properly.

What can everyone do? Praise and blame. This is human virtue, this is human madness.

Immature is the love of the youth, and immature his hatred of man and earth. His mind and the wings of his spirit are still tied down and heavy.

Has a woman who knew she was well-dressed ever caught a cold?