Off I go, rummaging about in books for sayings which please me.
Friendship is a creature formed for a companionship not for a herd.
If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than it was because he was he, and I was I.
The lack of wealth is easily repaired but the poverty of the soul is irreplaceable.
There is perhaps no more obvious vanity than to write of it so vainly.
When I am attached by gloomy thoughts, nothing helps me so much as running to my books. They quickly absorb me and banish the clouds from my mind.