They say love is blindness of heart; I say not to love is blindness.

Each of our passions, even love, has a stomach that must not be overloaded. We must in everything write the word 'finis' in time; we must restrain ourselves, when it becomes urgent; we must draw the bolt on the appetite, play a fantasia on the violin, then break the strings with our own hand. The Wise man is he who knows when and how to stop.

It is nothing to die. It is frightful not to live.

Tobacco is the plant that converts thoughts into dreams.

I am not in the world to care for my life, but for souls.

The man is placed where the Earth ends, the woman, where the heaven starts.

If it were (Is it not) outrageous that society should treat with such rigid precision those of its members who were most poorly endowed in the distribution or wealth that chance had made, and who were, therefore, most worthy of indulgence.