“Ignorance is the softest pillow on which a man can rest his head.”

I know well what I am fleeing from but not what I am in search of.

When I play with my cat, who knows whether she is not amusing herself with me more than I with her.

How many condemnations I have witnessed more criminal than the crime!

I do myself a greater injury in lying than I do him of whom I tell a lie.

He who establishes his argument by noise and command shows that his reason is weak.

For truly it is to be noted, that children’s plays are not sports, and should be deemed as their most serious actions.

Confidence in the goodness of another is good proof of one’s own goodness.

The thing I fear most is fear.

Unless a man feels he has a good enough memory, he should never venture to lie.

He who fears he shall suffer, already suffers what he fears.

A wise man never loses anything, if he has himself.

Fame and tranquility can never be bedfellows.

Rejoice in the things that are present; all else is beyond thee.

The ceaseless labour of your life is to build the house of death.

It is a monstrous thing that I will say, but I will say it all the same: I find in many things more restraint and order in my morals than in my opinions, and my lust less depraved than my reason.

The worst of my actions or conditions seem not so ugly unto me as I find it both ugly and base not to dare to avouch for them.

The innocent seldom find an uncomfortable pillow.

So the idea of being able to shop cross-category to buy the beach bag, the summer lip gloss, and the pillows for your pool house makes it into very focused, easy life.

Another day in paradise’ was his inevitable pronouncement when he settled his head on his pillow. Now I understand what that meant: the uneventful day was a precious gift.

Men are like pillow-cases. The colour of one may be red, that of another blue, and that of the third black; but all contain the same cotton within.

The story was a sleeping girl in a narrow bed Dark hair thick and wild and twisted like seaweed across the pillow.

Pay attention to how he speaks of the person that used to be a part of him, for if he cuts ties with you, he would have the same pillow talks with another about you.

They all land softly… The breeze through the willow The rain in the forest The tears on my pillow.

I love smelling her scent on my pillows.