To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.
Life is not a spectacle or feast; it is a predicament.
What others think of us would be of little moment did it not, when known, so deeply tinge what we think of ourselves.
Repetition is the only form of permanence that nature can achieve.
The truth is cruel, but it can be loved and it makes free those who love it.
If one is the master of one thing and understands one thing well, one has at the same time insight into and understanding of many things.
Life is not a spectacle or a feast: it is a predicament.
People are usually more firmly convinced that their opinions are precious that that they are true.
Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.
Sanity is a madness put to good use.