I beg of you... never assume an inner or an outer pose, never a disguise.
With the coming of spring, I am calm again.
Tradition is not the worship of ashes, but the preservation of fire.
Never let oneself be guided by the opinion of one's contemporaries. Continue steadfastly on one's way.
I live like a Hottentot. I cannot exchange one sensible word with anyone.
I have become a different person. I don't know whether this person is better, he certainly is not happier.