Mostly the loss teaches us only about the value of things.

The intellectual attainments of a man who thinks for himself resemble a fine painting, where the light and shade are correct, the tone sustained, the colour perfectly hamonized; it is true to life.

Just as one spoils the stomach by overfeeding and thereby impairs the whole body, so can one overload and choke the mind by giving it too much nourishment. For the more one reads the fewer are the traces left of what one has read; the mind is like a tablet that has been written over and over. Hence it is impossible to reflect; and it is only by reflection that one can assimilate what one has read. If one reads straight ahead without pondering over it later, what has been read does not take root, but is for the most part lost.

If God made this world, then i would not want to be the God. It is full of misery and distress that it breaks my heart.

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

The bad thing about all religions is that, instead of being able to confess their allegorical nature, they have to conceal it.

As a general rule, the longer a man's fame is likely to last, the later it will be in coming; for all excellent products require time for their development.