Philosophy's power to blunt all the blows of circumstance is beyond belief.

That moderation which nature prescribes, which limits our desires by resources restricted to our needs, has abandoned the field; it has now come to this -- that to want only what is enough is a sign both of boorishness and of utter destitution.

Reason wishes that the judgement it gives be just; anger wishes that the judgement it has given seem to be just.

Some there are that torment themselves afresh with the memory of what is past; others, again, afflict themselves with the apprehension of evils to come; and very ridiculously both - for the one does not now concern us, and the other not yet ... One should count each day as a separate life.

It makes a great deal of difference whether one wills not to sin or has not the knowledge to sin.

We haven't time to spare to hear whether it was between Italy and Sicily that he ran into a storm or somewhere outside the world we know-when every day we're running into our own storms, spiritual storms, and driven by vice into all the troubles that Ulysses ever knew.

He, who will not pardon others, must not himself expect pardon.