He that has a secret should not only hide it, but hide that he has it to hide.

I know so little about any history. How little do I know even about the history of myself.

Friend, hast thou considered the "rugged, all-nourishing earth," as Sophocles well names her; how she feeds the sparrow on the housetop, much more her darling man?

Variety is the condition of harmony.

There is no heroic poem in the world but is at bottom a biography, the life of a man.

The lies (Western slander) which well-meaning zeal has heaped round this man (Muhammad) are disgraceful to ourselves only.

There is in man a higher than love of happiness; he can do without happiness, and instead thereof find blessedness.