Like the greatest virtue and the worst dogs, the fiercest hatred is silent.
What a father says to his children is not heard by the world, but it will be heard by posterity.
A scholar knows no boredom.
Has it never occurred to us, when surrounded by sorrows, that they may be sent to us only for our instruction, as we darken the eyes of birds when we wish them to sing?
Variety of mere nothings gives more pleasure than uniformity of something.
Like a morning dream, life becomes more and more bright the longer we live, and the reason of everything appears more clear. What has puzzled us before seems less mysterious, and the crooked paths look straighter as we approach the end.