All faults may be forgiven of him who has perfect candor.
Behold I do not give lectures or a little charity, When I give I give myself.
Whoever degrades another degrades me.
The words of my book nothing, the drift of it everything.
The road to wisdom is paved with excess. The mark of a true writer is their ability to mystify the familiar and familiarize the strange.
What a devil art thou, Poverty! How many desires - how many aspirations after goodness and truth - how many noble thoughts, loving wishes toward our fellows, beautiful imaginings thou hast crushed under thy heel, without remorse or pause!