Such is the frailty of man that even where he makes the truest and most forcible impression in the memory, in the heart of his beloved, there also he must perish.

What one has wished for in youth, in old age one has in abundance.

To be active is the primary vocation of man.

A state of affairs which leads to daily vexation is not the right state.

Man errs as long as he strives.

Moral epochs have their course as well as the seasons. We can no more hold them fast than we can hold sun, moon, and stars. Our faults perpetually return upon us; and herein lies the subtlest difficulty of self-knowledge.

There is nothing insignificant in the world. It all depends on how one looks at it.