Wisdom comes to no one by chance.

We all sorely complain of the shortness of time, and yet have much more than we know what to do with. Our lives are either spent in doing nothing at all, or in doing nothing to the purpose, or in doing nothing that we ought to do. We are always complaining that our days are few, and acting as though there would be no end of them.

All we see and admire today will burn in the universal fire that ushers in a new, just, happy world.

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.

A foolishness is inflicted with a hatred of itself.

Anyone can stop a man's life, but no one his death; a thousand doors open on to it.

Mercy often inflicts death.