My trade and art is to live.

I do not portray the thing in itself. I portray the passage; not a passing from one age to another, or, as the people put it, from seven years to seven years, but from day to day, from minute to minute.

Lucius Arruntius killed himself, he said, to escape both the future and the past.

What fear has once made me will, I am bound still to will when without fear.

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

Our truth of nowadays is not what is, but what others can be convinced of; just as we call "money" not only that which is legal, but also any counterfeit that will pass.

No wind serves him who addresses his voyage to no certain port.