The passions are like those demons with which Afrasahiab sailed down the Orus. Our only safety consists in keeping them asleep. If they we are lost.

‎It has ever been my fate to give pain to those whose happiness I should have promoted.

I treat my heart like a sick child and gratify its every fancy

Neither art thou the man to catch the fiend and hold him! [Ger., Du bist noch nicht der Mann den Teufel festzuhalten.

The flowers of life are but illusions. How many fade away and leave no trace.

As in Rome there is, apart from the Romans, a population of statues, so apart from this real world there is a world of illusion, almost more potent, in which most men live.

What is the true test of character unless it be its progressive development in the bustle and turmoil, in the action and reaction of daily life.