Time flies apace-we would fain believe that everything flies forward with it.

I love something: and scarcely do I love it completely when the tyrant in me says: "I want that in sacrifice." This cruelty is in my entrails. Behold! I am evil.

Lying very still and thinking very little is the most inexpensive medicine for all the sicknesses of the soul, and when administered with good intentions it grows more and more pleasant with each passing hour.

The ascetic makes a necessity of virtue.

The hypocrite who always plays one and the same part ceases at last to be a hypocrite.

We cannot even reproduce our thoughts entirely in words.

It was a subtle refinement of God to learn Greek when he wished to write a book – and that he did not learn it better.