It's good to slowly come to the realization that you understand nothing.

At every crossroad on the way that leads to the future, each progressive spirit is opposed by a thousand men appointed to guard the past.

Brave old-flowers! Wall-flowers, Gilly flowers, Stocks! For even as the field-flowers, from which a trifle, a ray of beauty, a drop of perfume, divides them, they have charming names, the softest in the language; and each of them, like tiny, art-less ex-votos, or like medals bestowed by the gratitude of men, proudly bears three or four.

It is death that is the guide of our life, and our life has no goal but death.

It is not from reason that justice springs, but goodness is born of wisdom.

An act of goodness is of itself an act of happiness.

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