Illness is a clumsy attempt to arrive at health: we must come to nature's aid with intellect.

He who seeks intelligence lacks intelligence.

The really royal calling of the philosopher (as expressed by Alcuin the Anglo-Saxon): To correct what is wrong, and strengthen the right, and raise what is holy.

There is an innocence in admiration; it is found in those to whom it has never yet occurred that they, too, might be admired some day.

There did he sit shrivelled in his chimney corner, fretting on account of his weak legs, world weary, will weary, and one day he suffocated through his excessive pity.

Three metamorphoses of the spirit I relate to you: how the spirit becomes a camel; and the camel, a lion; and the lion, finally, a child.

What does it matter whether I am shown to be right! I am right too much!--And he who laughs best today will also laugh last.