If you want to make life easy, make it hard.

What sort of faults may we retain, nay, even cherish in ourselves? Those faults which are rather pleasant than offensive to others.

Manners form the great charm of women.

Misunderstandings and neglect create more confusion in this world than trickery and malice. At any rate, the last two are certainly much less frequent.

There is repetition everywhere, and nothing is found only once in the world.

Whatever liberates our spirit, without also giving us mastery over ourselves, is destructive.

A rainbow which lasts for a quarter of an hour is looked at no longer.