The society of women is the element of good manners.

When you lose interest in anything, you also lose the memory for it.

All the knowledge I possess everyone else can acquire, but my heart is all my own.

Would you require a wretched being, whose life is slowly wasting under a lingering disease, to despatch himself at once by the stroke of a dagger? Does not the very disorder which consumes his strength deprive him of the courage to effect his deliverance?

Whatever liberates our spirit, without also giving us mastery over ourselves, is destructive.

The most fortunate of men, Be he a king or commoner, is he Whose welfare is assured in his own home.

Love, whose power youth feels, is not suitable for the elderly, just as little as anything that presupposes productivity. It is rare that productivity lasts through the years.