The friends of the unfortunate live a long way off.
Nothing is ours except time.
Who is everywhere is nowhere. When a person spends all his time in foreign travel, he ends by having many acquaintances, but no friends.
Fortune dreads the brave, and is only terrible to the coward.
We never reflect how pleasant it is to ask for nothing.
Set aside a certain number of days, during which you shall be content with the scantiest and cheapest fare, with course and rough dress, saying to yourself the while: " Is this the condition that I feared?"