Wit is an intermittent fountain; kindness is a perennial spring.
How wise must one be to be always kind.
The poor man wishes to conceal his poverty, and the rich man his wealth: the former fears lest he be despised, the latter lest he be plundered.
We ask the poet: 'What subject have you chosen?' instead of: 'What subject has chosen you?
The manuscript in the drawer either rots or ripens.
Conquer but never triumph.