Are you not ashamed of heaping up the greatest amount of money and honor and reputation, and caring so little about wisdom and truth and the greatest improvement of the soul?
True knowledge exists in knowing that you know nothing. And in knowing that you know nothing, that makes you the smartest of all.
Fear of women love more than hate the man.
In every sort of danger there are various ways of winning through, if one is ready to do and say anything whatever.
To use words and phrases in an easygoing manner without scrutinizing them too curiously is not in general a mark of ill-breeding. On the contrary, there is something low-bred in being too precise. But sometimes there is no help for it.
May I consider the wise man rich, and may I have such wealth as only the self-restrained man can bear or endure.
Do it because it’s in your heart. Not because you want something in return. Employ your time in improving yourself by other men’s writings, so that you shall gain easily what others have labored hard for.
A multitude of books distracts the mind.
The man who is truly wise knows that he knows very little.
When a woman is allowed to become a man’s equal, she becomes his superior.
Death offers mankind a full view of truth.
Silence is a profound melody, for those who can hear it above all the noise.
For who is there but you? Who not only claim to be a good man and a gentleman, for many are this, and yet have not the power of making others good. Whereas you are not only good yourself, but also the cause of goodness in others.
It has been shown that to injure anyone is never just anywhere.
Why should I resent it when an ass kicks me?
The life of which meaning one never ponders is not worth living.
It was far too cold. The second I got out I had this incredible headache, I’m just not used to it. The last time I saw snow was years and years ago.
Though flattery blossoms like friendship, yet there is a vast difference in the fruit.
If at first you don’t succeed, avoid skydiving.
Our lives are but specks of dust falling through the fingers of time. Like sands of the hourglass, so are the days of our lives.