I have damaged my intellect trying to imagine why a man should want to invent a repeating clock, and how another man could be found to lust after it and buy it. The man who can guess these riddles is far on the way to guess why the human race was invented - which is another riddle which tires me.

Oh Death where is thy sting! It has none. But life has.

Teaching is like trying to hold 35 corks underwater at once.

Chastity - you can carry it too far.

Life is but a dream, a grotesque and foolish dream.

Experience of life (not of books) is the only capital usable in such a book as you have attempted; one can make no judicious use of this capital while it is new.

It’s not the good that die young, it’s the lucky.