Now that I know what I want, I don't have to hold on to it quite so much.

Poverty persuades a man to do and suffer everything that he may escape from it.

The subject matter is autobiographical, it's all to do with hope and memory and sensuality and involvement, really.

The poor wretches have convinced themselves that they are going to be immortal and live for all time, by worshipping that crucified sophist and living under his laws...they receive these doctrines by tradition, without any definite evidence. So if any charlatan or trickster comes among them, he quickly acquires wealth by imposing upon these simple people.

The wealth of the soul is the only true wealth.

The happy think a lifetime short, but to the unhappy one night can be an eternity.

There is no happiness without tears, no life without death. Beware! I am going to make you cry.