Money is human happiness in the abstract; he, then, who is no longer capable of enjoying human happiness in the concrete devotes himself utterly to money.

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

The scenes of our life are like pictures done in rough mosaic. Looked at close, they produce no effect. There is nothing beautiful to be found in them, unless you stand some distance off.

The greatest of follies is to sacrifice health for any other kind of happiness.

No doubt, when modesty was made a virtue, it was a very advantageous thing for the fools, for everybody is expected to speak of himself as if he were one.

One can forget everything, everything, only not oneself, one's own being.

What a man is contributes much more to his happiness than what he has or how he is regarded by others.