One does not kill by anger but by laughter.

What saved me then? Nothing but pregnancy. And each time after I had given birth to my work my life hung suspended by a thin thread.

I have forgotten my umbrella.

I know the hatred and envy of your hearts. Ye are not great enough not to know of hatred and envy. Then be great enough not to be ashamed of them!

There was at all events one advantage in the choice of this day to my birth; my birthday throughout the whole of my childhood was a day of public rejoicing.

Socrates condemned art because he preferred philosophy and only after much internal struggle did Plato accept this judgment.

Foolish is my happiness, and foolish things will it speak: it is still too young—so have patience with it!