Against boredom even gods struggle in vain.

This is the hardest of all: to close the open hand out of love, and keep modest as a giver.

I do not give alms; I am not poor enough for that.

Epicurus had rage and envy of Plato's superior style.

On the rare occasions when our dreams succeed and achieve perfection - most dreams are bungled - the are symbolic chains of scene and images in place of a narrative poetic language; they circumscribe our experiences or expectations or situations with such poetic boldness and decisiveness that in the morning we are always amazed when we remember our dreams.

Comparing man and woman on the whole, one may say: woman would not possess a genius for ornamentation if she did not also possessan instinct for the secondary role.

I speak and the child plays: who can be more serious than we are?