Our passions are, in truth, like the phoenix. When the old one burns away, the new one rises out of its ashes at once.
Opponents fancy they refute us when they repeat their own opinion and pay no attention to ours.
One must be something in order to do something.
One must ask children and birds how cherries and strawberries taste.
One is never deceived, but rather deceives oneself.
Nothing is more terrible than ignorance in action.
Nothing is more highly to be prized than the value of each day.
Nothing is more frightful than imagination without taste.
No one would talk much in society, if he knew how often he misunderstands others.
No one is more a slave than the man who thinks himself free while he is not.
Nature goes steadily her own way, and what to us appears the exception, is really done according to the rule.
Misunderstandings and neglect occasion more mischief in the world than even malice and wickedness.