The miller imagines that the corn grows only to make his mill turn.

Traveling is like gambling: it is always connected with winning and losing and generally where it is least expected we receive, more or less than what we hoped for.

Talent is nurtured in solitude; character is formed in the stormy billows of the world.

The world remains ever the same.

All beginnings are delightful; the threshold is the place to pause.

America, you have it better than our continent, the old one.

Piety, like nobility, has its aristocracy.