Whatever Nature undertakes, she can only accomplish it in a sequence. She never makes a leap.

The world remains ever the same.

Old age is never honored among us, but only indulged, as childhood is; and old men lose one of the most precious rights of man,--that of being judged by their peers.

Whoever gives himself up to solitude, Ah! he is soon alone.

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

Culture which smooth the whole world licks, Also unto the devil sticks.

Out of moderation a pure happiness springs.