Physical suffering apart, not a single sorrow exists that can touch us except through our thoughts.

If you love yourself meanly, childishly, timidly, even so shall you love your neighbor.

All our knowledge merely helps us to die a more painful death than animals that know nothing.

The decent moderation of today will be the least of human things tomorrow. At the time of the Spanish Inquisition, the opinion of good sense and of the good medium was certainly that people ought not to burn too large a number of heretics; extreme and unreasonable opinion obviously demanded that they should burn none at all.

The souls of all our brethren are ever hovering about us, craving for a caress, and only waiting for the signal.

Is not every action of Hamlet induced by a fanatical impulse, which tells him that duty consists in revenge alone? And dose it need superhuman efforts to recognize that revenge never can be duty? I say again that Hamlet thinks much, but that he is by no means wise.

To have known how to change the past into a few saddened smiles-is this not to master the future?