Pleasures are always children, pains always have wrinkles.
Haughty people seem to me to have, like the dwarfs, the stature of a child and the face of a man.
The breath of the mind is attention.
In temperance there is ever cleanliness and elegance.
It may be said that it is with our thoughts as with our flowers. Those whose expression is simple carry their seed with them; those that are double by their richness and pomp charm the mind, but produce nothing.
There are single thoughts that contain the essence of a whole volume, single sentences that have the beauties of a large work.