People live for the morrow, because the day-after-to-morrow is doubtful.
One must repay good and ill; but why just to the person who did us good or ill?
The demand to be loved is the greatest of all arrogant presumptions.
We are so fond of being out among nature, because it has no opinions about us.
Unresolved dissonances between the characters and dispositions of the parents continue to reverberate in the nature of the child and make up the history of its inner sufferings.
People who wish to numb our caution in dealing with them by means of flattery are employing a dangerous expedient, like a sleeping draught, which, if it does not put us to sleep, keeps us all the more awake.