He who lives not to others, lives little to himself.

In my opinion it is the happy living, and not, as Antisthenes said, the happy lying, in which human happiness consists.

It is a small soul, buried beneath the weight of affairs, that does not know how to get clean away from them, that cannot put them aside and pick them up again.

As far as I am concerned, no road that would lead us to health is either arduous or expensive.

It takes so much to be a king that he exists only as such. That extraneous glare that surrounds him hides him and conceals him from us; our sight breaks and is dissipated by it being filled and arrested by this strong light.

Not being able to govern events, I govern myself.

If I speak of myself in different ways, that is because I look at myself in different ways.