When we love, it is the heart that judges.
Imitate time; it destroys everything slowly; it undermines, it wears away, it detaches, it does not wrench.
All disputation makes the mind deaf; and when people are deaf, I am dumb.
Haughty people seem to me to have, like the dwarfs, the stature of a child and the face of a man.
Of what delights are we deprived by our excesses!
The mind is the atmosphere of the soul.