Dreams are faithful interpreters of our inclinations; but there is art required to sort and understand them.

I want to be seen here in my simple, natural, ordinary fashion, without straining or artifice; for it is myself that I portray... I am myself the matter of my book.

My home...It is my retreat and resting place from wars, I try to keep this corner as a haven against the tempest outside, as I do another corner in my soul.

Water, earth, air, fire, and the other parts of this structure of mine are no more instruments of your life than instruments of your death. Why do you fear your last day? It contributes no more to your death than each of the others. The last step does not cause the fatigue, but reveals it. All days travel toward death, the last one reaches it.

'Tis the sharpness of our mind that gives the edge to our pains and pleasures.

Oh these foolish men! They could not create so much as a worm, but they create gods by the dozens.

There never were, in the world, two opinions alike, no more than two hairs, or two grains; the most universal quality is diversity.