If I can, I shall keep my death from saying anything that my life has not already said.

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

Behold the hands, how they promise, conjure, appeal, menace, pray, supplicate, refuse, beckon, interrogate, admire, confess, cringe, instruct, command, mock and what not besides, with a variation and multiplication of variation which makes the tongue envious.

A man should think less of what he eats and more with whom he eats because no food is so satisfying as good company.

Whatever is enforced by command is more imputed to him who exacts than to him who performs.

Poverty of goods is easily cured; poverty of soul, impossible.

Their [the Skeptics'] way of speaking is: "I settle nothing. . . . I do not understand it. . . . Nothing seems true that may not seem false." Their sacramental word is . . . , which is to say, I suspend my judgment.