At first we hope too much and later on, not enough.

The Holy Scriptures praise the dew of the morning and the dew of the evening; ros matutinum, ros serotinum! Happy is he who possesses the gift of tears! when young, he will bear flowers; when old, fruit!

The man abandoned by his friends, one after another, without just cause, will acquire, the reputation of being hard to please, changeable, ungrateful, unsociable.

That which we know is but little; that which we have a presentiment of is immense; it is in this direction that the poet outruns the learned man.

Say nothing good of yourself, you will be distrusted; say nothing bad of yourself, you will be taken at your word.

Great souls are harmonious.

Lofty mountains are full of springs; great hearts are full of tears.