There is a kinship, a kind of freemasonry, between all persons of intelligence, however antagonistic their moral outlook.

The sublimity of wisdom is to do those things living, which are to be desired when dying.

A man can believe a considerable deal of rubbish, and yet go about his daily work in a rational and cheerful manner.

Has any man ever obtained inner harmony by simply reading about the experiences of others? Not since the world began has it ever happened. Each man must go through the fire himself.

Bouillabaisse is only good because cooked by the French, who, if they cared to try, could produce an excellent and nutritious substitute out of cigar stumps and empty matchboxes.

What is all wisdom save a collection of platitudes? But the man who orders his life according to their teachings cannot go far wrong.

Shall I give you my recipe for happiness? I find everything useful and nothing indispensable. I find everything wonderful and nothing miraculous. I reverence the body. I avoid first causes like the plague.