Shall I tell you what the real evil is? To cringe to the things that are called evils, to surrender to them our freedom, in defiance of which we ought to face any suffering.

What others think of us would be of little moment did it not, when known, so deeply tinge what we think of ourselves.

To the person who does not know where he wants to go there is no favorable wind.

The worse a person is the less he feels it.

Nature does not reveal all her secrets at once. We imagine we are initiated in her mysteries: we are, as yet, but hanging around her outer courts.

He who receives a benefit with gratitude, repays the first installment of it.

That comes too late that comes for the asking.