There is a courtesy of the heart; it is allied to love. From its springs the purest courtesy in the outward behavior.

Is this the destiny of man? Is he only happy before he has acquired his reason or after he has lost it?

All that is transitory is but a metaphor.

Can a sparrow know how a stork feels?

Habit is a man's sole comfort. We dislike doing without even unpleasant things to which we have become accustomed.

Against criticism a man can neither protest nor defend himself; he must act in spite of it, and then it will gradually yield to him.

A man's name is not like a mantle which merely hangs about him...but a perfectly fitting garment, which, like the skin, has grown over him, at which one cannot rake and scrape without injuring the man himself.