Whatever that be which thinks, understands, wills, and acts, it is something celestial and divine.

Cicero is dead! Cicero is born! The laughter has filled me, filled me so very completely. I am the laughter. I am the jester. The soul that has served as my constant companion for so long has breached the veil of the Void finally and forever. It is now in me. It is me. The world has seen the last of Cicero the man. Behold Cicero, Fool of Hearts - laughter incarnate!

Art is born of the observation and investigation of nature.

The leaders should all relate to this principle: the governed must be as happy as possible.

The searching-out and thorough investigation of truth ought to be the primary study of man.

In fact the whole passion ordinarily termed love (and heaven help me if I can think of any other term to apply to it) is of such exceeding triviality that I see nothing that I think comparable with it.

There is nothing so absurd that some philosopher has not already said it.