Often we find our own destiny on the same roads that we have been avoiding.

It is good to be charitable; but to whom? That is the point. As to the ungrateful, there is not one who does not at last die miserable.

O love, when thou gettest dominion over us, we may bid good-by to prudence.

It is impossible to please all the world and one's father.

Every one turns his dreams into realities as far as he can; man is cold as ice to the truth, hot as fire to falsehood.

We read on the foreheads of those who are surrounded by a foolish luxury, that fortune sells what she is thought to give.

In every trouble the little ones duck more easily.