Pleasure itself is painful at the bottom.

The virtue of the soul does not consist in flying high, but in walking orderly.

Judgement holds in me a magisterial seat, at least it carefully tries to. It lets my feelings go their way, both hatred and friendship, even the friendship I bear myself, without being changed and corrupted by them.

Life in itself is neither good nor evil, it is the place of good and evil, according to what you make it.

I consider it equal injustice to set our heart against natural pleasures and to set our heart too much on them. We should neither pursue them, nor flee them; we should accept them.

For among other things he had been counseled to bring me to love knowledge and duty by my own choice, without forcing my will, and to educate my soul entirely through gentleness and freedom.

Is it reasonable that even the arts should take advantage of and profit by our natural stupidity and feebleness of mind?