Wrinkles and ill-nature together made a woman hideous.

Whoever is not a misanthrope at forty can never have loved mankind.

We take our colors, chameleon-like, from each other.

Obscurity and Innocence, twin sisters, escape temptations which would pierce their gossamer armor, in contact with the world.

An author is often obscure to the reader because they proceed from the thought to expression than like the reader from the expression to the thought.

Swallow a toad in the morning and you will encounter nothing more disgusting the rest of the day.

Where violence reigns, reason is weak.