He who follows his lessons tastes a profound peace, and looks upon everybody as a bunch of manure.
I have the fault of being a little more sincere than is proper.
Our minds need relaxation, and give way unless we mix with work a little play.
There is no protection against slander.
What! Would you make no distinction between hypocrisy and devotion? Would you give them the same names, and respect the mask as you do the face? Would you equate artifice and sincerity? Confound appearance with truth? Regard the phantom as the very person? Value counterfeit as cash?
Things are only worth what you make them worth.