If you modestly enjoy your fame you are not unworthy to rank with the holy.

The soul-stirring image of death is no bugbear to the sage, and is looked on without despair by the pious. It teaches the former to live, and it strengthens the hopes of the latter in salvation in the midst of distress. Death is new life to both.

No one feels himself easy in a garden which does not look like the open country.

Sceptics are yet the most credulous.

All truths are old, and all that we have to do is recognize and utter them anew.

The universal subjugator, the commonplace.

Who is sure of their own motives can in confidence advance or retreat.