Every man takes the limits of his own field of vision for the limits of the world. This is an error of the intellect as inevitable as that error of the eye which lets you fancy that on the horizon heaven and earth meet.

I know of no more beautiful prayer than that which the Hindus of old used in closing: May all that have life be delivered from suffering.

The more unintelligent a man is, the less mysterious existence seems to him.

A man of business will often deceive you without the slightest scruple, but he will absolutely refuse to commit a theft.

A man of genius can hardly be sociable, for what dialogues could indeed be so intelligent and entertaining as his own monologues?

What now on the other hand makes people sociable is their incapacity to endure solitude and thus themselves.

Time is that in which all things pass away.