In literature, there are only oxen. The biggest ones are the geniuses-the ones who toil eighteen hours a day without tiring.
Wrinkles are engraved smiles.
The ideal of calm exists in a sitting cat.
The profession of letters is, after all, the only one in which one can make no money without being ridiculous.
Broken china lasts longer than unbroken.
A cold in the head causes less suffering than an idea.