The ascent from earth to heaven is not easy.
Nothing is so contemptible as the sentiments of the mob.
Trifling trouble find utterance; deeply felt pangs are silent.
Anger is like a ruin, which, in falling upon its victim, breaks itself to pieces.
We ought to take outdoor walks, to refresh and raise our spirits by deep breathing in the open air.
When one is friend on himself, also is friend of everybody.