What would there be in a story of happiness? Only what prepares it, only what destroys it can be told.

Everything has been said before, but since nobody listens we have to keep going back and beginning all over again.

In other people's company I felt I was dull, gloomy, unwelcome, at once bored and boring.

By the time a philospher answers a question weve usually forgotten what was asked.

The young people who come to me in the hope of hearing me utter a few memorable maxims are quite disappointed. Aphorisms are not my forte, I say nothing but banalities.... I listen to them and they go away delighted.

Generally among intelligent people are found nothing but paralytics and among men of action nothing but fools.

It is good to follow one's own bent, so long as it leads upward.