The continuous work of our life is to build death.

I put forward formless and unresolved notions, as do those who publish doubtful questions to debate in the schools, not to establish the truth but to seek it.

The good opinion of the vulgar is injurious.

Some men seem remarkable to the world in whom neither their wives nor their valets saw anything extraordinary. Few men have been admired by their servants.

The worth of the mind consisteth not in going high, but in marching orderly.

Fie on the eloquence that leaves us craving itself, not things!

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