There is one topic peremptorily forbidden to all well-bred, to all rational mortals, namely, their distempers. If you have not slept or if you have slept or if you have head ache or sciatica or leprosy or thunder-stroke, I beseech you, by all angels, to hold your peace and not pollute the morning.

For all men live by truth, and stand in need of expression. In love, in art, in avarice, in politics, in labor, in games, we study to utter our painful secret. The man is only half himself, the other half is his expression.

Always pay; for first or last you must pay your entire debt.

You are constantly invited to be what you are.

Are you not scared by seeing that the gypsies are more attractive to us than the apostles?

No book was ever written down by any but itself.

Sorrow makes us all children again.