The more a person indulges himself the less others are willing to indulge him.

One ought to hold on to one's heart; for if one lets it go, one soon loses control of the head too.

One pays dearly for being immortal: one must die many times during his life.

Even the most beautiful scenery is no longer assured of our love after we have lived in it for three months, and some distant coast attracts our avarice: possessions are generally diminished by possession.

But every soil becomes finally exhausted, and the ploughshare of evil must always come once more.

The last Christian died on a cross.

Acknowledge your will and speak to us all, "This alone is what I will to be!" Hang your own penal code up above you: we want to be its enforcers!