It is not that I am mad, it is only that my head is different from yours.
We have two ears and one tongue so that we would listen more and talk less.
Even if I am but a pretender to wisdom, that in itself is philosophy.
We come into the world alone and we die alone. Why, in life, should we be any less alone?
Those who have virtue always in their mouths, and neglect it in practice, are like a harp, which emits a sound pleasing to others, while itself is insensible of the music.
The mob is the mother of tyrants.