One must be a little foolish if one does not want to be even more stupid.

Greatness of soul consists not so much in soaring high and in pressing forward, as in knowing how to adapt and limit oneself.

There is a certain amount of purpose, acquiescence, and satisfaction in nursing one's melancholy.

We need to interpret interpretations more than to interpret things.

Cowardice is the mother of cruelty.

The finest lives in my opinion are the common model, without miracle and without extravagance.

Oh, a friend! How true is that old saying, that the enjoyment of one is sweeter and more necessary than that of the elements of water and fire!