Those who write against vanity want the glory of having written well, and their readers the glory of reading well, and I who write this have the same desire, as perhaps those who read this have also.

Opinion is, as it were, the queen of the world, but force is its tyrant.

The only shame is to have none.

Those who are clever in imagination are far more pleased with themselves than prudent men could reasonably be.

There is no arena in which vanity displays itself under such a variety of forms as in conversation.

It is an appalling thing to feel all one possesses drain away.

What reason have atheists for saying that we cannot rise again? That what has never been, should be, or that what has been, should be again? Is it more difficult to come into being than to return to it.