One must ask children and birds how cherries and strawberries taste.

Ill-humor is nothing more than an inward feeling of our own want of merit, a dissatisfaction with ourselves which is always united with an envy that foolish vanity excites.

Man can only endure a certain degree of unhappiness; what is beyond that either annihilates him or passes by him and leaves him apathetic

Only he who finds empiricism irksome is driven to method.

I will say with Lorenzo de Medici that those who do not hope for another life are always dead to this one.

Lord Byron is only great as a poet; as soon as he reflects he is a child.

Talk well of the absent whenever you have the opportunity.