Honor is like an island, rugged and without a beach; once we have left it, we can never return.

Every age has its pleasures, its style of wit, and its own ways.

The wisest man is generally he who thinks himself the least so.

With poverty everything becomes frightful.

Time flies and draws us with it. The moment in which I am speaking is already far from me.

The world is full of fools; and he who would not wish to see one, must not only shut himself up alone, but must also break his looking-glass.

Gold gives an appearance of beauty even to ugliness: But with poverty everything becomes frightful.