A martyr's disciples suffer more than the martyr.

Pity makes suffering contagious.

People who wish to numb our caution in dealing with them by means of flattery are employing a dangerous expedient, like a sleeping draught, which, if it does not put us to sleep, keeps us all the more awake.

Each word of Heraclitus expresses the pride and the majesty of truth, but of truth grasped in intuitions rather than attained by the rope ladder of logic.

Which is it? Is man only a blunder of God? Or is God only a blunder of man?

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

Against war it may be said that it makes the victor stupid and the vanquished revengeful.