You must linger among a limited number of master-thinkers, and digest their works, if you would derive ideas which shall win firm hold in your mind.

Great grief does not of itself put an end to itself.

We are always complaining that our days are few, and acting as though there would be no end to them.

If you are surprised at the number of our maladies, count our cooks.

It is the characteristic of a weak and diseased mind to fear the unfamiliar.

Philosophy takes as her aim the state of happiness...she shows us what are real and what are only apparent evils. She strips men's minds of empty thinking, bestows a greatness that is solid and administers a check to greatness where it is puffed up and all an empty show; she sees that we are left no doubt about the difference between what is great and what is bloated.

If I only have the will to be grateful, I am so.