Everything is in constant flux on this earth. Nothing keeps the same unchanging shape, and our affections, being attached to things outside us, necessarily change and pass away as they do. Always out ahead of us or lagging behind, they recall a past which is gone or anticipate a future which may never come into being; there is nothing solid there for the heart to attach itself to. Thus our earthly joys are almost without exception the creatures of a moment.

Temperance and labor are the two best physicians of man; labor sharpens the appetite, and temperance prevents from indulging to excess

Supreme happiness consists in self-content; that we may gain this self-content, we are placed upon this earth and endowed with freedom.

A paralyzed man who wants to walk OR an agile man who does not want to walk will both remain neutral in nature.

No one is happy unless he respects himself.

We are born, so to speak, twice over; born into existence, and born into life; born a human being, and born a man.

I have suffered too much in this world not to hope for another.