One may be humble out of pride.

I want death to find me planting my cabbages.

I must accommodate my history to the hour: I may presently change, not only by fortune, but also by intention.

In my opinion it is the happy living, and not, as Antisthenes said, the happy lying, in which human happiness consists.

If my intentions were not to be read in my eyes and voice, I should not have survived so long without quarrels and without harm, seeing the indiscreet freedom with which I say, right or wrong, whatever comes into my head.

Women are not altogether in the wrong when they refuse the rules of life prescribed to the World, for men only have established them and without their consent.

A man should keep for himself a little back shop, all his own, quite unadulterated, in which he establishes his true freedom and chief place of seclusion and solitude.