The person who has stopped being thankful has fallen asleep in life.

A bottle of good wine, like a good act, shines ever in the retrospect.

The spirit of delight comes in small ways.

There is no progress whatever. Everything is just the same as it was thousands, and tens of thousands, of years ago. The outward form changes. The essence does not change.

Everything is true; only the opposite is true too; you must believe both equally or be damned.

The world has no room for cowards. We must all be ready somehow to toil, to suffer, to die.

Of what shall we be proud of if we are not proud of our friends?