In each of us there is a little of all of us.

If all mankind were suddenly to practice honesty, many thousands of people would be sure to starve.

One might call habit a moral friction: something that prevents the mind from gliding over things but connects it with them and makes it hard for it to free itself from them.

A donkey appears to me like a horse translated into Dutch.

Affectation is a very good word when someone does not wish to confess to what he would none the less like to believe of himself.

Ambition and suspicion always go together.

Reason now gazes above the realm of the dark but warm feelings as the Alpine peaks do above the clouds. They behold the sun more clearly and distinctly, but they are cold and unfruitful.