Great is paint; nay, God is the painter; and we rightly accuse the critic who destroys too many illusions. Society does not love its unmaskers.
In a tavern everybody puts on airs except the landlord.
Knowledge is the knowing that we cannot know.
We judge of man's wisdom by his hope.
When a man meets his make, society begins.
There is hope in extravagance, there is none in routine.