A criminal remains a criminal whether he uses a convict's suit or a monarch's crown.

The ox suffers, the cart complains.

What matters deafness of the ear, when the mind hears? The one true deafness, the incurable deafness, is that of the mind.

I tried. But I feel that I haven't given utterance to the thousandth part of what lies within me. When I go to the grave I can say as others have said, "I have finished my day's work." But I cannot say, "I have finished my life." My day's work will begin again the next morning. The tomb is not a blind alley; it is a thoroughfare. It closes on the twilight, but opens on the dawn.

We are given up to those gods, those monsters, those giants, — our thoughts.

Upon the first goblet he read this inscription, monkey wine; upon the second, lion wine; upon the third, sheep wine; upon the fourth, swine wine. These four inscriptions expressed the four descending degrees of drunkenness: the first, that which enlivens; the second, that which irritates; the third, that which stupefies; finally the last, that which brutalizes.

Forty is the old age of youth; fifty the youth of old age.