Old age is the supreme evil, for it deprives man of all pleasures while allowing his appetites to remain, and it brings with it every possible sorrow. Yet men fear death and desire old age.

Everything since Homer has improved, except poetry.

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

Since the world never faults a man who refuses to yield...it is generally recognized that weak men live in obedience to the world's will, while the strong obey only their own.

Nothing in the world is so rare as a person one can always put up with.

The world laughs at things it would really prefer to admire, and like Aesop's fox it criticizes things it covets.

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.