A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.
Everyone calls himself a friend, but only a fool relies on it: nothing is commoner than the name, nothing rarer than the thing.
Patience and time do more than strength or passion.
Man is so made that when anything fires his soul, impossibilities vanish.
There is no road of flowers leading to glory.
Nothing is more dangerous than a friend without discretion; even a prudent enemy is preferable.
Rare as is true love, true friendship is rarer.
It is twice the pleasure to deceive the deceiver.
Our destiny is frequently met in the very paths we take to avoid it.
All the brains in the world are powerless against the sort of stupidity that is in fashion.
Love cries victory when the tears of a woman become the sole defence of her virtue.
To live lightheartedly but not recklessly; to be gay without being boisterous; to be courageous without being bold; to show trust and cheerful resignation without fatalism – this is the art of living.
He knows the universe and does not know himself.
The finest victory is to conquer one’s own heart.
Nothing is so oppressive as a secret: women find it difficult to keep one long; and I know a goodly number of men who are women in this regard.
The argument of the strongest is always the best.
A hungry stomach cannot hear.
Friendship is the shadow of the evening, which increases with the setting sun of life.