Never Cut What You Can Untie.

Haughty People Seem To Me To Have, Like The Dwarfs, The Stature Of A Child And The Face Of A Man.

We Use Up In The Passions The Stuff That Was Given Us For Happiness.

The Punishment Of Those Who Have Loved Women Too Much Is To Love Them Always.

Ideas Never Lack For Words. It Is Words That Lack Ideas. As Soon As The Idea Has Come To Its Last Degree Of Perfection, The Word Blossoms.

One Man Finds In Religion His Literature And His Science, Another Finds In It His Joy And His Duty.