Men have torn up the roads which led to Heaven, and which all the world followed; now we have to make our own ladders.
Haughty people seem to me to have, like the dwarfs, the stature of a child and the face of a man.
National literature begins with fables and ends with novels.
It is an aspect of all happiness to suppose that we deserve it.
Ideas never lack for words. It is words that lack ideas.
Happy is the man who can do only one thing; in doing it, he fulfills his destiny.