It takes patience to appreciate domestic bliss; volatile spirits prefer unhappiness.

To be happy you must have taken the measure of your powers, tasted the fruits of your passion, and learned your place in the world.

Nature in denying us perennial youth has at least invited us to become unselfish and noble.

Love, whether sexual, parental, or fraternal, is essentially sacrificial, and prompts a man to give his life for his friends.

That fear first created the gods is perhaps as true as anything so brief could be on so great a subject.

What religion a man shall have is a historical accident, quite as much as what language he shall speak.

love make us poets, and the approach of death should make us philosophers.