Man is a simple being, and however rich, varied, and unfathomable he may be, the cycle of his situations is soon run through.

People can only live with their equals, and not even with them; for in the long run they cannot tolerate that someone is their equal.

There are situations in which hope and fear run together, in which they mutually destroy one another and lose themselves in dull indifference.

Just as, out of habit, one consults a run-down clock as though it were still going, so too one may look at the face of a beautiful woman as though he still loved her.

The miller believes that all the wheat grows so that his mill keeps running.

Happiness is a ball after which we run wherever it rolls, and we push it with our feet when it stops.

The connoisseur of art must be able to appreciate what is simply beautiful, but the common run of people is satisfied with ornament.

Human life runs its course in the metamorphosis between receiving and giving.

Vanity is a desire of personal glory, the wish to be appreciated, honoured, and run after, not because of one's personal qualities, merits, and achievements, but because of one's individual existence. At best, therefore, it is a frivolous beauty whim it befits.