All the arts are brothers; each one is a light to the others.
If we do not exert the right of eating our neighbor, it is because we have other means of making good cheer
Life is bristling with thorns, and I know no other remedy than to cultivate one's garden.
I read only to please myself, and enjoy only what suits my taste.
Friendship is the marriage of the soul, and this marriage is liable to divorce.
Is there anyone so wise as to learn by the experience of others?