When art find no temple open, it takes refuge in the workshop.

Whoever prefers the material comforts of life over intellectual wealth is like the owner of a palace who moves into the servants’ quarters and leaves the sumptuous rooms empty.

We ask the poet: 'What subject have you chosen?' instead of: 'What subject has chosen you?

An aphorism is the last link in a long chain of thought.

Oh happy pessimists! What a joy it is to them to be able to prove again and again that there is no joy.

Since the well-known victory over the hare by the tortoise, the descendants of the tortoise think themselves miracles of speed.

Beware of the virtue which a man boasts is his.