The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone.
Family likeness has often a deep sadness in it.
Scepticismcan never be thoroughly applied, else life would come to a standstill.
Your dunce who can't do his sums always has a taste for the infinite.
Brothers are so unpleasant.
Eros has degenerated; he began by introducing order and harmony, and now he brings back chaos.