Without a family, man, alone in the world, trembles with the cold.

We owe to the Middle Ages the two worst inventions of humanity - romantic love and gunpowder.

Often we allow ourselves to be upset by small things we should despise and forget. We lose many irreplaceable hours brooding over grievances that, in a year's time, will be forgotten by us and by everybody. No, let us devote our life to worthwhile actions and feelings, to great thoughts, real affections and enduring undertakings.