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.

I regret nothing, says arrogance; I will regret nothing, says inexperience.

How happy are the pessimists! What joy is theirs when they have proved there is no joy.

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.

It is unfortunate that superior talent and superior men are so seldom united.

In meeting again after a separation, acquaintances ask after our outward life, friends after our inner life.

What delights us in visible beauty is the invisible.