The march of intellect, which licks all the world into shape, has even reached the devil.
He who cannot love must learn to flatter.
To know where a thing is we must have found it.
He is happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his home.
One that does not think to highly of himself is more than he thinks.
It doesn't behoove elderly persons to follow fashion in their thinking nor in the way they dress.