Every seeming equality conceals a hierarchy.
Flattery and insults raise the same question: What do you want?
My mind is led astray by every faint rustle.
Outside literature, high-flown sentiments are merely exasperating.
Great men wait for the right moment to abandon caution. The rest of us abandon it when impatience becomes too much for us.
The pleasantest part of work is having done it.