A man should always consider how much he has more than he wants.

Sunday clears away the rust of the whole week.

Nothing that isn't a real crime makes a man appear so contemptible and little in the eyes of the world as inconsistency.

I consider time as an in immense ocean, in which many noble authors are entirely swallowed up.

I value my garden more for being full of blackbirds than of cherries, and very frankly give them fruit for their songs.

Love is a second life.

What can that man fear who takes care to please a Being that is able to crush all his adversaries?