“Death smiles at us all; all we can do is smile back.”

The sexual embrace can only be compared with music and with prayer.

No one loses any other life than the one he now lives, nor does one live any other life than that which he will lose.

When men are inhuman, take care not to feel towards them as they do towards other humans.

What we do now echoes in eternity.

The universe is change; our life is what our thoughts make it.

That which is really beautiful has no need of anything; not more than law, not more than truth, not more than benevolence or modesty.

How much more grievous are the consequences of anger than the causes of it.

Men exist for the sake of one another.

Do not disturb yourself by picturing your life as a whole.

Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together,but do so with all your heart.

Life is neither good or evil, but only a place for good and evil.

Because a thing seems difficult for you, do not think it impossible for anyone to accomplish.

I was once a fortunate man but at some point fortune abandoned me.

Think of yourself as dead. You have lived your life. Now, take what’s left and live it properly. What doesn’t transmit light creates its own darkness.

Be tolerant with others and strict with yourself.

The soul becomes dyed with the colour of its thoughts.

Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and-sans End!

To friends and eke to foes true kindness show; No kindly heart unkindly deeds will do; Harshness will alienate a bosom friend. And kindness reconcile a deadly foe.

The Earth would die If the sun stopped kissing her.

There must be a remedy even for such a crying evil as this [abortion]. But where shall it be found, at least where begin, if not in the complete enfranchisement and elevation of women?

Aurora hail, and all the thousand dies, Which deck thy progress through the vaulted skies: The morn awakes, and wide extends her rays, On ev’ry leaf the gentle zephyr plays; Harmonious lays the feather’d race resume, Dart the bright eye, and shake the painted plume.

It is hard for the old slave holding spirit to die. But die it must.

Through thickest gloom look back, immortal shade, On that confusion which thy death has made.

If a man watches three football games in a row, he should be declared legally dead.