Nothing Is More Characteristic Of A Man

Self-interest Is An Inexhaustible Source Of Convenient Illusions. The Number Of Beings Who Wish To See Truly Is Extraordinarily Small.

Melancholy Is At The Bottom Of Everything, Just As At The End Of All Rivers Is The Sea. Can It Be Otherwise In A World Where Nothing Lasts, Where All That We Have Loved Or Shall Love Must Die? Is Death, Then, The Secret Of Life? The Gloom Of An Eternal Mourning Enwraps, More Or Less Closely, Every Serious And Thoughtful Soul, As Night Enwraps The Universe.

As It Is Impossible To Be Outside God, The Best Is Consciously To Dwell In Him.

Before Giving Advice We Must Have Secured Its Acceptance, Or, Rather, Have Made It Desired.

The Fire Which Enlightens Is The Same Fire Which Consumes.