Everyone wishes that the man whom he fears would perish.
No man can purchase his virtue too dear, for it is the only thing whose value must ever increase with the price it has cost us. Our integrity is never worth so much as when we have parted with our all to keep it.
The high-spirited man may indeed die, but he will not stoop to meanness. Fire, though it may be quenched, will not become cool.
Nowadays nothing but money counts: a fortune brings honors, friendships; the poor man everywhere lies low.
A new idea is delicate. It can be killed by a sneer or a yawn; it can be stabbed to death by a quip and worried to death by a frown on the right man's brow.
A man is sorry to be honest for nothing.
Happy is the man who has broken the chains which hurt the mind, and has given up worrying once and for all.
How little is the promise of the child fulfilled in the man.
It is the poor man who'll ever count his flock.
The man who has experienced shipwreck shudders even at a calm sea.