With ills unending strives the putter off.
It is impossible for a man to learn what he thinks he already knows.
The soul that companies with virtue is like an ever-flowing source. It is a pure, clear, and wholesome draught, sweet, rich and generous of its store, that injures not, neither destroys.
Contentment, as it is a short road and pleasant, has great delight and little trouble.
What concerns me is not the way things are, but rather the way people think things are.
Whoever is going to listen to the philosophers needs a considerable practice in listening.