Where violence reigns, reason is weak.

The philosopher who would fain extinguish his passions resembles the chemist who would like to let his furnace go out.

Living is a sickness to which sleep provides relief every sixteen hours. It's a palliative. The remedy is death.

The new friends whom we make after attaining a certain age and by whom we would fain replace those whom we have lost, are to our old friends what glass eyes, false teeth and wooden legs are to real eyes, natrual teeth and legs of flesh and bone.

If you must love your neighbor as yourself, it is at least as fair to love yourself as your neighbor.

Slander is the balm of malignity.

In living and in seeing other men, the heart must break or become as bronze.