Suicide is a privilege of man which deity does not possess.
Cats too, with what silent stealthiness, with what light steps do they creep up to a bird!
This only is certain, that there is nothing certain.
Truth comes out in wine.
Grief has limits, whereas apprehension has none. For we grieve only for what we know has happened, but we fear all that possibly may happen.
We ought to be guarded against every appearance of envy, as a passion that always implies inferiority wherever it resides.