Socrates and Plato are right: whatever man does he always does well, that is, he does that which seems to him good (useful) according to the degree of his intellect, the particular standard of his reasonableness.

To find everything profound - that is an inconvenient trait. It makes one strain one's eyes all the time, and in the end one finds more than one might have wished.

People who have given us their complete confidence believe that they have a right to ours. The inference is false, a gift confers no rights.

Character is determined more by the lack of certain experiences than by those one has had.

The love of indulgence is rooted in the depths of a man's heart. His soul would prefer to share the excessive and unrestrained; but his soul cannot love.

The better the state is established, the fainter is humanity. To make the individual uncomfortable, that is my task.

The end of a melody is not its goal; but nonetheless, if the melody had not reached its end it would not have reached its goal either. A parable.