To philosophize is to learn to die.

Since we cannot attain unto it, let us revenge ourselves by railing at it; and yet it is not absolutely railing against anything, to proclaim its defects, because they are in all things to be found, how beautiful or how much to be coveted soever.

It is good to rub and polish our brain against that of others.

There is a sort of gratification in doing good which makes us rejoice in ourselves.

The most beautiful lives, to my mind, are those that conform to the common human pattern, with order, but without miracle and without eccentricity.

Every one rushes elsewhere and into the future, because no one wants to face one's own inner self.

He who is not sure of his memory, should not undertake the trade of lying.