Loneliness is a cage to a choleric, a diary to a melancholic, a mirror to a sanguine, and a pillow to a phlegmatic.
In the theater of any life, drama is one of the acts of a comedy; a tragedy is only for the chosen.
During the pauses in between deeds, man is a mystery.
People open up on the road, and that's where they also close themselves.
A bad influence is infectious, as is a good influence — but that is less common. 136