When I step into this library, I cannot understand why I ever step out of it.

The world has no long injustices.

It is not always sorrow that opens the fountains of the eyes.

... we ought to be astonished at nothing; for what do we not meet with in our journey through life?

Death makes us all equal.

good and evil travel on the same road, but they leave different impressions.

. . .the most astonishing, the most surprising, the most marvelous, the most miraculous. . . the greatest, the least, the rarest, the most common, the most public, the most private till today. . . I cannot bring myself to tell you: guess what it is.