How many things we held yesterday as articles of faith which today we tell as fables.
Any person of honor chooses rather to lose his honor than to lose his conscience.
Poverty of goods is easily cured; poverty of soul, impossible.
The way of the world is to make laws, but follow custom.
For truly it is to be noted, that children’s plays are not sports, and should be deemed as their most serious actions.
Marriage is like a cage; one sees the birds outside desperate to get in, and those inside equally desperate to get out.
If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.
Ignorance is the softest pillow on which a man can rest his head.
The ceaseless labour of your life is to build the house of death.
My life has been full of terrible misfortunes most of which never happened.