In politics as on a sickbed men toss from side to side in hope of lying more comfortably.

Woe to falsehood! it affords no relief to the breast, like truth; it gives us no comfort, pains him who forges it, and like an arrow directed by a god flies back and wounds the archer.

Doubt can only be removed by action.

What is hardest of all? That which seems most simple: to see with your eyes what is before your eyes.

How can one learn to know oneself? Never by introspection, rather by action.

It is related of an Englishman that he hanged himself to avoid the daily task of dressing and undressing.

All that is transitory is but a metaphor.