How lovely it is that there are words and sounds. Are not words and sounds rainbows and illusive bridges between things which are eternally apart?

People who wish to numb our caution in dealing with them by means of flattery are employing a dangerous expedient, like a sleeping draught, which, if it does not put us to sleep, keeps us all the more awake.

Beware in the presence of cats: they never give, they do not even retaliate--they only reply, and purr in doing so.

In pain there is as much wisdom as in pleasure: like the latter it is one of the best self preservatives of a species.

Discontent is the seed of ethics.

Belief in form, but disbelief in content - that's what makes an aphorism charming.

I hate who steals my solitude, without really offer me in exchange company.