Whatever lives, lives to die in sorrow. We engage our hearts, and grasp after the things of this world, only to undergo the pang of losing them.

Man is never so authentically himself as when at play.

Stern is the visage of necessity.

A sublime soul can rise to all kinds of greatness, but by an effort; it can tear itself from all bondage, to all that limits and constrains it, but only by strength of will. Consequently the sublime soul is only free by broken efforts.

A childlike mind in its simplicity practises that science of good to which the wise may be blind.

You have to go the rounds from individual to individual in order to gather the totality of the race.

The happy man does not notice the flight of time.