If we neglect our privileges, the gods take them from us.

It is easy to be humble when a greater is preferred but when an inferior is lifted high above our heads, how can we bear it?

a daughter's love for a kind father ... is mixed with the careless happiness of childhood, which can never come again. Into the father's grave the daughter, sometimes a gray-haired woman, lays away forever the little pet names and memories which to all the rest of the world are but foolishness.

Theories are like scaffolding: they are not the house, but you cannot build the house without them.

warm-heartedness generally begins at home, and those who are warm to others are warmer to themselves it is but the overflow.

Time is not so all-erasing as we think.

Are we to go out with trumpets and tell everything we know, just because it is true? Is there not such a thing as egotistical truthfulness?