Nothing could be more pleasant than to live in solitude, enjoy the spectacle of nature, and occasionally read some book.

The more destruction there is everywhere, the more it shows the activity of town authorities.

What is stronger in us — passion or habit? Or are all the violent impulses, all the whirl of our desires and turbulent passions, only the consequence of our ardent age, and is it only through youth that they seem deep and shattering?

Keep not money, but keep good people's company.

But there is nothing enduring in the world, and therefore even joy in the second minute is already not as acute as in the first; in the third minute it becomes still weaker and finally merges unnoticeably with the usual condition of the soul, as a circle on the water, caused by the fall of a pebble, finally merges with the smooth surface.

I shall laugh my bitter laugh.

A word aptly uttered or written cannot be cut away by an axe.