Foppery is the egotism of clothes.

Mirrors, those revealers of the truth, are hated; that does not prevent them from being of use.

It is an unpleasant thing to go to bed without supper, it is a still less pleasant thing not to sup and not to know where one is to sleep.

Wisdom is a sacred communion.

These are dark radiances. They have no suspicion that they are to be pitied. Certainly they are so. He who does not weep does not see. They are to be admired and pitied, as one would both pity and admire a being at once night and day, without eyes beneath his lashes but with a star on his brow.

The rich's paradise was created by the poor's hell.

What happened between those two beings? Nothing. They were adoring one another.