As inclination changes, thus ebbs and flows the unstable tide of public judgment.

There are evil spirits who suddenly fix their abode in man's unguarded breast, causing us to commit devilish deeds, and then, hurrying back to their native hell, leave behind the stings of remorse in the poisoned bosom.

Even the weak become strong when they are united.

We can never replace a friend. When a man is fortunate enough to have several, he finds they are all different. No one has a double in friendship.

To the fool-king belongs the world.

What reason, like the careful ant, draws laboriously together, the wind of accident sometimes collects in a moment.

Individual character is in the right that is in strict consistence with itself. Self-contradiction is the only wrong.