Confidence in the goodness of another is good proof of one's own goodness.

He who is not sure of his memory, should not undertake the trade of lying.

Wine is the benevolent god, who gives back gaiety to men and restores youth to the old.

To die is not to play a part in society; it is the act of a single person. Let us live and laugh among our friends; let us die and sulk among strangers.

Just as in habiliments it is a sign of weakness to wish to make oneself noticeable by some peculiar and unaccustomed fashion, so, in language, the quest for new-fangled phrases and little-known words comes from a puerile and pedantic ambition.

The easy, gentle, and sloping path . . . is not the path of true virtue. It demands a rough and thorny road.

When I play with my cat, who knows whether she is not amusing herself with me more than I with her.