What is more important in life than our bodies or in the world than what we look like?

The world is a perpetual caricature of itself; at every moment it is the mockery and the contradiction of what it is pretending to be.

Old age is as forgetful as youth, and more incorrigible; it displays the same inattentiveness to conditions; its memory becomes self-repeating and degenerates into an instinctive reaction, like a bird's chirp.

Old places and old persons in their turn, when spirit dwells in them, have an intrinsic vitality of which youth is incapable, precisely, the balance and wisdom that come from long perspectives and broad foundations

The earth has music for those who listen.

Philosophers are as jealous as women; each wants a monopoly of praise.

When men and women agree, it is only in their conclusions; their reasons are always different.