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

The human race is a monotonous affair. Most people spend the greatest part of their time working in order to live, and what little freedom remains so fills them with fear that they seek out any and every means to be rid of it.

It is in self-limitation that a master first shows himself.

We can stand only a certain amount of unhappiness; anything beyond that annihilates us or passes us by, leaving us apathethetic.

In praising or loving a child, we love and praise not that which is, but that which we hope for.

Those who know nothing of foreign languages know nothing of their own.

The man who occupies the first place seldom plays the principal part.