A life without love, without the presence of the beloved, is nothing but a mere magic-lantern show. We draw out slide after slide, swiftly tiring of each, and pushing it back to make haste for the next.
Fresh activity is the only means of overcoming adversity.
One spares old people just as one spares children.
To live as one likes is plebian the noble man aspires to order and law.
The rose is wont with pride to swell, and ever seeks to rise.
The bad thing is that thinking about thought doesn't help at all; one has to have it from nature so that the good ideas appear before us like free children of God calling to us: Here we are.