Our vanity desires that what we do best should be considered what is hardest for us.

One does not hate so long as one continues to rate low, but only when one has come to rate equal or higher.

Is life not a thousand times too short for us to bore ourselves?

This tremendous event is still on its way, still wandering; it has not yet reached the ears of men. Lightning and thunder require time; the light on the stars requires time; deeds though done, still require time to be seen and heard. This deed is still more distant from them than the most distant stars - and yet they have done it themselves.

The courage of all one really knows comes but late in life.

He who is dissatisfied with himself is continually ready for revenge and we others will be his victims, if only in having always to endure his ugly sight. For the sight of the ugly makes one bad and gloomy.

One must repay good and ill; but why just to the person who did us good or ill?