After your death you will be what you were before your birth.

The heavy armor becomes the light dress of childhood; the pain is brief, the joy unending.

A hedge between keeps friendship green.

It is, indeed, only in old age that intellectual men attain their sublime expression, whilst portraits of them in their youth show only the first traces of it.

Consciousness is the mere surface of our minds, of which, as of the earth, we do not know the inside, but only the crust.

We can come to look upon the deaths of our enemies with as much regret as we feel for those of our friends, namely, when we miss their existence as witnesses to our success.

Necessity is the constant scourge of the lower classes, ennui of the higher ones.