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.

To be satisfied with little is hard, to be satisfied with a lot is impossible.

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

There are women who love their husbands as blindly, as enthusiastically, and as enigmatically as nuns their cloister.

There is something so beautiful in trust that even the most hardened liar need feel a certain respect for those who confide in him.

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

We are so vain that we even care for the opinion of those we don't care for.