The miser puts his gold pieces into a coffer; but — André Gide
The miser puts his gold pieces into a coffer; but as soon as the coffer is closed, it is as if it were empty.
More by André Gide
Everything has been said before; but since nobody listens, we have to keep going back and beginning all over again.
To love the truth is to refuse to let oneself be saddened by it.
It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not.
The anxiety we have for the figure we cut, for our personage, is constantly cropping out. We are showing off and are often more concerned with making a display than with living. Whoever feels observed observes himself.
It is by the goodness of God that in our country we have those three unspeakably precious things: freedom of speech, freedom of conscience, and the prudence never to practice either of them.
Mark Twain
Men judge generally more by the eye than by the hand, for everyone can see and few can feel. Everyone sees what you appear to be, few really know what you are. The Prince
Niccolò Machiavelli
Politics is the art of looking for trouble, finding it, misdiagnosing it, and then misapplying the wrong remedies.
Groucho Marx
Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.
Khalil Gibran