All I know is that so long I am asleep I am rid of all fears and hopes and toils and glory, and long live the man who invented sleep, the cloak that covers all human thirst.

I find my familiarity with thee has bred contempt.

Men of great talents, whether poets or historians, seldom escape the attacks of those who, without ever favoring the world with any production of their own, take delight in criticising the works of others.

All sorrows are less with bread.

There are only two families in the world, my old grandmother used to say, the Haves and the Have-nots.

I know well enough that there have been dogs so loving that they have thrown themselves into the same grave with the dead bodies of their masters.

Take my advice and live for a long, long time. Because the maddest thing a man can do is this life is to let himself die.