What life half gives a man, posterity gives entirely.

The person of analytic or critical intellect finds something ridiculous in everything. The person of synthetic or constructive intellect, in almost nothing.

We amuse ourselves painting our prison-walls with bright figures and brilliant landscapes.

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

Unlimited activity, of whatever kind, must end in bankruptcy.

The style of an author is a faithful copy of his mind.

None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free.