Only the thinking man lives his life, the thoughtless man's life passes him by.

The incurable ills are the imaginary ills.

Who doesn't know anything, has to believe everything.

The understanding of some men is clear, that of others brilliant. The former illumines its surroundings; the latter obscures them.

There is something so beautiful in trust that even the most hardened liar need feel a certain respect for those who confide in him.

What delights us in visible beauty is the invisible.

We can be wise from goodness and good from wisdom.