So I have loitered my life away, reading books, looking at pictures, going to plays, hearing, thinking, writing on what pleased me best. I have wanted only one thing to make me happy, but wanting that have wanted everything.

The chain of habit coils itself around the heart like a serpent, to gnaw and stifle it.

We talk little when we do not talk about ourselves.

The soul of a journey is liberty, perfect liberty, to think, feel, do just as one pleases.

True friendship is self-love at second-hand.

The rule for traveling abroad is to take our common sense with us, and leave our prejudices behind.

If we use no ceremony towards others, we shall be treated without any. People are soon tired of paying trifling attentions to those who receive them with coldness, and return them with neglect.