The silence sings. It is musical. I remember a night when it was audible. I heard the unspeakable.

To the man who cherishes a secret in his breast, there is a still greater secret unexplored. Our most indifferent acts may be a matter for secrecy, but whatever we do with the utmost truthfulness and integrity, by virtue of its pureness, must be transparent as light.

The philosopher's conception of things will, above all, be truer than other men's, and his philosophy will subordinate all the circumstances of life. To live like a philosopher is to live, not foolishly, like other men, but wisely and according to universal laws.

A man cannot be said to succeed in this life who does not satisfy one friend.

Life is so short that it is not wise to take roundabout ways, nor can we spend much time in waiting.... We have not got half-way to dawn yet.

Sweep away the clutter of things that complicate our lives.

We are double-edged blades, and every time we whet our virtue the return stroke strops our vice.