No windows give a better view than those a man brings with him in his head, not asking for tickets of admission, since at all functions, festivals, or feasts he looks out with the same nice self-composure.

What is life? A madness. What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story. And the greatest good is little enough: for all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.

How surely a knowledge of the world hardens the heart!

At the point when affection is not frenzy, it is not adore.

Great events have sent before them their announcements.

The fox is very cunning, but he is more cunning who catches the fox.

All must yield to the weight of years; conquest is not difficult for time.