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.

The kind of solace that arises from having company in misery is spiteful.

If wisdom were offered me with the proviso that I should keep it shut up and refrain from declaring it, I should refuse. There's no delight in owning anything unshared.

A good mind possesses a kingdom.

A thing seriously pursued affords true enjoyment.

Night brings our troubles to the light, rather than banishes them.

The way is long if one follows precepts, but short... if one follows patterns.