“When you have arrived at your country house and have saluted your household, you should make the rounds of the farm the same day, if possible; if not, then certainly the next day.”

Lighter is the wound foreseen.

Wise men learn more from fools than fools from the wise.

When you have observed how the field work has progressed, what things have been done, and what remains undone.

You must keep her on a tight rein.

All mankind rules its women, and we rule all mankind, but our women rule us.

I prefer to do right and get no thanks than to do wrong and receive no punishment.

Furthermore, I think Carthage must be destroyed.

The more you go, the more will the place please you, if it be worth your attention. Give heed to the appearance of the neighbourhood.

Not at all. Once they have achieved equality, they will be your masters . . .

Wise men profit more from fools than fools from wise men; for the wise men shun the mistakes of fools, but fools do not imitate the successes of the wise.

He is nearest to the gods who knows how to be silent.

Tis sometimes the height of wisdom to feign stupidity.

Farming, if you do one thing late, you will be late in all your work.

The worst ruler is one who cannot rule himself.

Cessation of work is not accompanied by cessation of expenses

We cannot control the evil tongues of others; but a good life enables us to disregard them.

On these days I go to my studio, leaf through an art history book, and tell myself that I am part of this great tradition.

Each day is a drive through history.

I felt in need of a great pilgrimage, so I sat still for three days and God came to me.

Do not praise yourself not slander others: There are still many days to go and any thing could happen.

One day, it was suddenly revealed to me that everything is pure spirit.

So yesterday you fell off the wagon? Or maybe you blew your diet? Or lost your temper and shot off your mouth? Well, that was yesterday. Today is a brand-new day with a clean slate, so forget yesterday!

The weary Body, longing for repose, On the gained level of the day’s ascent, Halts for the night and pitches there its tent.

Each day my reason tells me so; But reason doesn’t rule in love, you know.