The world is plentiful with honey, but only the humble bee can collect it.

All nobility in its beginnings was somebody's natural superiority.

Each man reserves to himself alone the right of being tedious.

Character is always known. Thefts never enrich; alms never impoverish; murder will speak out of stone walls.

These times of ours are series and full of calamity, but all times are essentially alike. As soon as there is life there is danger.

What is there of the divine in a load of brick? What ... in a barber shop? ... Much. All.

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.