Who knows if to live is to be dead, and to be dead, to live? And we really, it may be, are dead; in fact I once heard sages say that we are now dead, and the body is our tomb.

The cure of many diseases remains unknown to the physicians of Hellos (Greece) because they do not study the whole person.

In all of us, even in good men, there is a lawless wild-beast nature, which peers out in sleep.

The comic and the tragic lie inseparably close, like light and shadow.

A system of morality that is based on relative emotional values is a mere illusion, a thoroughly vulgar conception that has nothing sound in it and nothing true.

The real artist, who knew what he was imitating, would be interested in realities and not in imitations; and would desire to leave as memorials of himself works many and fair; and, instead of being the author of encomiums, he would prefer to be the theme of them.

To be uncertain is to be uncomfortable, but to be certain is to be ridiculous.