Love is the last and secret name of all the virtues.
Language is a machine for making falsehoods.
Not to have been born is undoubtedly best, but sound sleep is second best.
But fantasy kills imagination, pornography is death to art.
Another person's illness is often harder to bear than one's own.
Our actions are like ships which we may watch set out to sea, and not know when or with what cargo they will return to port.