Party loyalty lowers the greatest men to the petty level of the masses.
We hope to grow old and we dread old age; that is to say, we love life and we flee from death.
All of our unhappiness comes from our inability to be alone.
This great misfortune, to be incapable of solitude.
Jesting is often only indigence of intellect.
The noblest deeds are well enough set forth in simple language; emphasis spoils them.