Nature refuses to sympathize with our sorrow. She seems not to have provided for, but by a thousand contrivances against it.

I know a good woman who thinks that her son lost his life because he took to drinking water only.

What can be expressed in words can be expressed in life.

I fear that we are such gods or demigods only as fauns and satyrs, the divine allied to beasts, the creatures of appetite, and that, to some extent, our very life is our disgrace.

When I go out of the house for a walk, uncertain as yet whither I will bend my steps, [I] submit myself to my instinct to decide for me.

Let your walks now be a little more adventurous.

The orator puts off his individuality, and is then most eloquent when most silent. He listens while he speaks, and is a hearer along with his audience.