Ignorance is the softest pillow on which a man can rest his head.

Everyone calls barbarity what he is not accustomed to.

The world is but a school of inquisition; it is not who shall enter the ring, but who shall run the best courses.

We wake sleeping, and sleep waking. I do not see so clearly in my sleep; but as to my being awake, I never found it clear enough and free from clouds.

When Socrates, after being relieved of his irons, felt the relish of the itching that their weight had caused in his legs, he rejoiced to consider the close alliance between pain and pleasure.

We imagine much more appropriately an artisan on his toilet seat or on his wife than a great president, venerable by his demeanorand his ability. It seems to us that they do not stoop from their lofty thrones even to live.

There are no truths, only moments of claryty passing for answers.