Men do not so much hate an evil-doer, or evil itself, as they hate the man who calls evil by its real name.

The end of pain we take as happiness.

What do you do there, moon, in the sky? Tell me what you do, silent moon. When evening comes you rise and go contemplating wastelands; then you set.

Everything since Homer has improved, except poetry.

Irresolute men are sometimes very persistent in their undertakings, because if they give up their designs they would have to make a second resolution.

The artisan or scientist or the follower of whatever discipline who has the habit of comparing himself not with other followers but with the discipline itself will have a lower opinion of himself, the more excellent he is.

The artist's conception of his art or the scientist's of his science is usually as great as his conception of his own worth is small.