The thousand mysteries around us would not trouble but interest us, if only we had cheerful, healthy hearts.

The snake that cannot shed its skin perishes.

To use the same words is not a sufficient guarantee of understanding; one must use the same words for the same genus of inward experience; ultimately one must have one's experiences in common.

What do we have in common with the rosebud, which trembles because a drop of dew lies on its body?

Love, too, has to be learned.

If we have injured someone, giving him the opportunity to make a joke about us is often enough to provide him personal satisfaction, or even to win his good will.

All truth is simple... is that not doubly a lie?