The soul comes from without into the human body, as into a temporary abode, and it goes out of it anew… it passes into other habitations, for the soul is immortal.

Foolish consistencies are the hobgoblins of small minds!

That which we call character is a reserved force which acts directly by presence, and without means. It is conceived of as a certain undemonstrable force, a familiar or genius, by whose impulses the man is guided, but whose counsels he cannot impart.

I hate quotations. Tell me what you know.

There is one topic peremptorily forbidden to all well-bred, to all rational mortals, namely, their distempers.

Men are better than this theology.

Our health is our sound relation to external objects; our sympathy with external being.