Those who hope for no other life are dead even for this.

We are pantheists as natural scientists, polytheists as poets, and monotheists as moral beings.

Rejoice that you have still have a long time to live, before the thought comes to you that there is nothing more in the world to see.

Time flies, and what is past is done.

The sickness of the heart is most easily got rid of by complaining and soothing confidence.

A correct answer is like an affectionate kiss.

The man with insight enough to admit his limitations comes nearest to perfection.