The sum of a man's problems come from his inability to be alone in a silent room.

The weather and my mood have little connection. I have my foggy and my fine days within me; my prosperity or misfortune has little to do with the matter.

Our true dignity consists — in thought. Thence we must derive our elevation, not from space or duration. Let us endeavor then to think well; this is the principle of morals.

Chance gives rise to thoughts, and chance removes them; no art can keep or acquire them.

Kind words produce their own image in men's souls; and a beautiful image it is. They soothe and quiet and comfort the hearer. They shame him out of his sour, morose, unkind feelings. We have not yet begun to use kind words in such abundance as they ought to be used.

Don't try to add more years to your life. Better add more life to your years.

Which is the more believable of the two, Moses or China?