A troubled countenance oft discloses much.

I have withdrawn not only from men, but from affairs, especially my own affairs; I am working for later generations, writing down some ideas that may be of assistance to them.

Desultory reading is delightful, but to be beneficial, our reading must be carefully directed.

Time discovers truth. Time heals what reason cannot.

The body is not a permanent dwelling, but a sort of inn which is to be left behind when one perceives that one is a burden to the host.

Poverty with joy isn't poverty at all. The poor man is not one who has little, but one who hankers after more.

Who-only let him be a man and intent upon honor-is not eager for the honorable ordeal and prompt to assume perilous duties? To what energetic man is not idleness a punishment?