He who travels in search of something which he has not got, travels away from himself and grows old even in youth among old things.

Spoons and skimmers you can be undistinguishably together; but vases and statues require each a pedestal for itself.

Man is the will, and woman the sentiment. In this ship of humanity, Will is the rudder, and Sentiment the sail; when woman affects to steer, the rudder is only a masked sail.

The love that you withhold is the pain that you carry.

The ragged cliff has thousand faces in a thousand hours.

Conversation is an art in which a man has all mankind for his competitors, for it is that which all are practising every day while they live.

For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind.