His mind is so open - so open that ideas simply pass through it.
Our live experiences, fixed in aphorisms, stiffen into cold epigrams. Our heart's blood, as we write it, turns to mere dull ink.
The one self- knowledge worth having is to know one's own mind.
The man who has ceased to fear has ceased to care.
True penitence condemns to silence. What a man is ready to recall he would be willing to repeat.
The world is the best of all possible worlds, and everything in it is a necessary evil.