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

Certain laws have not been written, but they are more fixed than all the written laws.

He who has fostered the sweet poison of love by fondling it, finds it too late to refuse the yoke which he has of his own accord assumed.

Who is everywhere is nowhere. When a person spends all his time in foreign travel, he ends by having many acquaintances, but no friends.

Our (the Stoic) motto, as you know, is live according to nature.

A good mind is a lord of a kingdom.

I am like a book, with pages that have stuck together for want of use: my mind needs unpacking and the truths stored within must be turned over from time to time, to be ready when occasion demands.