The great chastisement of a knave is not to be known, but to know himself.
Religion is the hospital of the souls that the world has wounded.
Our interests are grains of opium to our consciences, but they only put it to sleep for a terrible awakening.
What we gain by experience is not worth that we lose in illusion
Adversity, which makes us indulgent to others, renders them severe towards us.
In a better world we will find our young years and our old friends.