The hour which gives us life begins to take it away.

No untroubled day has ever dawned for me.

The pleasures of the palate deal with us like Egyptian thieves who strangle those whom they embrace.

Who shrinks from knowledge of his calamities but aggravates his fear; troubles half seen, shall torture all the more.

Not to feel one's misfortunes is not human, not to bear them is not manly.

Those who pass their lives in foreign travel find they contract many ties of hospitality, but form no friendships.

Why will no man confess his faults? Because he continues to indulge in them; a man cannot tell his dream till he wakes.