The art of living well and the art of dying well are one.

There is no such thing as justice in the abstract; it is merely a compact between men in their various relations with each other, in whatever circumstances they may be, that they will neither injure nor be injured.

Is he able, but not willing? Then he is malevolent.

All other love is extinguished by self-love; beneficence, humanity, justice, philosophy, sink under it.

Death is nothing to us, since when we are, death has not come, and when death has come, we are not.

There are infinite worlds both like and unlike this world of ours. For the atoms being infinite in number... are borne on far out into space.

Any man who does not think that what he has is more than ample, is an unhappy man, even if he is the master of the whole world.