The souls of emperors and cobblers are cast in the same mould

Age imprints more wrinkles a in the mind, than it does in the face, and souls are never, or very rarely seen, that in growing old do not smell sour and musty. Man moves all together, both towards his perfection and decay.

What kind of truth is this which is true on one side of a mountain and false on the other?

You have your face bare; I am all face.

The most certain sign of wisdom is cheerfulness.

Philosophical discussions habitually make men happy and joyful not frowning and sad.

Off I go, rummaging about in books for sayings which please me.