With little wit and ease to suit them, They whirl in narrow circling trails, Like kittens playing with their tails.

Where confidence is wanting, the most beautiful flower in the garland of love is missing.

The greatest evil that can befall man is that he should come to think ill of himself.

There is nothing in the world more pitiable than an irresolute man, oscillating between two feelings, who would willingly unite the two and who does not perceive that nothing can unite them

This is what they all come to who exclusively harp on experience. They do not stop to consider that experience is only one half of experience.

The flowers are full of honey, but only the bee finds out the sweetness.

Who is the most sensible person? The one who finds what is to their own advantage in all that happens to them.