That for which we find words is something already dead in our hearts.

The poison by which the weaker nature is destroyed is strengthening to the strong individual and he does not call it poison.

Marriages that made out of love (so-called "love-matches") have error as their father and misery (necessity) as their mother.

There is nothing that has caused me to meditate more on Plato's secrecy and sphinx-like nature, than the happily preserved petit fait that under the pillow of his death-bed there was found no 'Bible,' nor anything Egyptian, Pythagorean, or Platonic - but a book of Aristophanes. How could even Plato have endured life - a Greek life which he repudiated - without an Aristophanes!

One is punished best for one's virtues.

Whoever has not two-thirds of his time to himself, is a slave.

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