Pass us by, and forgive us our happiness
The cleverest of all, in my opinion, is the man who calls himself a fool at least once a month.
Make us your slaves, but feed us.
A cultivated and decent man cannot be vain without setting a fearfully high standard for himself, and without despising and almost hating himself at certain moments.
To think too much is a disease.
Lying to ourselves is more deeply ingrained than lying to others.