Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit.
Those who try to lead the people can only do so by following the mob.
To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance.
It seems to me that we all look at Nature too much, and live with her too little.
The sure way of knowing nothing about life is to try to make oneself useful.
The final mystery is oneself. When one has weighed the sun in the balance, and measured the steps of the moon, and mapped out the seven heavens star by star, there still remains oneself. Who can calculate the orbit of his own soul?