Hidden knowledge differs little from ignorance.
Can you restrain your laughter, my friends?
It is the false shame of fools to try to conceal wounds that have not healed.
The snow has at last melted, the fields regain their herbage, and the trees their leaves.
My age, my inclinations, are no longer what they were.
We rarely find anyone who can say he has lived a happy life, and who, content with his life, can retire from the world like a satisfied guest.