Men ... are not agreed about any one thing, not even that heaven is over our heads.

When I dance, I dance; when I sleep, I sleep; yes, and when I walk alone in a beautiful orchard, if my thoughts drift to far-off matters for some part of the time for some other part I lead them back again to the walk, the orchard, to the sweetness of this solitude, to myself.

Adrian, the Emperor, exclaimed incessantly, when dying, "That the crowd of physicians had killed him."

We cannot do without it, and yet we disgrace and vilify the same. It may be compared to a cage, the birds without despair to get in, and those within despair to get out.

The lack of wealth is easily repaired but the poverty of the soul is irreplaceable.

The man who thinks he knows does not yet know what knowing is

If by being overstudious, we impair our health and spoil our good humor, let us give it up.