Talent is nurtured in solitude; character is formed in the stormy billows of the world.

Is it not enough that we cannot make one another happy, must we also rob one another of the pleasures that any heart may permit itself now and then? And name me a person who in a bad mood will be decent enough to hide it, to bear it alone, without destroying the joy around him. Is it not rather an inner dissatisfaction with our own unworthiness, a dislike of ourselves that is always associated with envy aggravated by foolish conceit? We see people happy and not made happy by us, and that is unbearable.

Everything great and intelligent is in the minority

We usually lose today, because there has been a yesterday, and tomorrow is coming.

All is born of water; all is sustained by water.

There is nothing in which people more betray their character than in what they laugh at.

Common sense is the genius of humanity.