Hatred is a prolific vice; envy, a barren vice.
Conquer but never triumph.
The understanding of some men is clear, that of others brilliant. The former illumines its surroundings; the latter obscures them.
The incurable ills are the imaginary ills.
How happy are the pessimists! What joy is theirs when they have proved there is no joy.
Those who cannot remember clearly their own childhood are poor educators.