My solitude doesn’t depend on the presence or absence of people; on the contrary, I hate who steals my solitude without, in exchange, offering me true company.

To forget one's purpose is the commonest form of stupidity.

Those who are slow to know suppose that slowness is the essence of knowledge.

Our writing equipment takes part in forming our thoughts.

The inability to lie is far from the love of truth.

Did you ever say yes to a pleasure? oh my friends, then you also said yes to all pain. all things are linked, entwined, in love with one another.

The charm of knowledge would be small indeed, were it not that there is so much shame to be overcome on the way to it.