Superstition is part of the poetry of life.

Let there be truth between us.

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

Whoever, in middle age, attempts to realize the wishes and hopes of his early youth, invariably deceives himself. Each ten years of a man's life has its own fortunes, its own hopes, its own desires.

It would be a lowly art that allowed itself to be understood all at once.

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

What is uttered from the heart alone, Will win the hearts of others to your own.