The final hour when we cease to exist does not itself bring death; it merely of itself completes the death-process. We reach death at that moment, but we have been a long time on the way.

Full of men, vacant of friends.

Friendship always benefits; love sometimes injures.

It’s in the very trickery that it pleases me. But show me how the trick is done, and I have lost my interest therein.

Our plans miscarry because they have no aim. When a man does not know what harbor he is making for, no wind is the right wind.

Our posterity will wonder about our ignorance of things so plain.

Look at the stars lighting up the sky: no one of them stays in the same place.