“Change alone is eternal, perpetual, immortal.”

If I maintain my silence about my secret it is my prisoner, if I let it slip from my tongue, I am Its prisoner.

The world is my idea.

Faith is like love: it does not let itself be forced.

Life is short and truth works far and lives long: let us speak the truth.

A high degree of intellect tends to make a man unsocial.

Universal compassion is the only guarantee of morality.

Happiness consists of the frequent repetition of pleasure.

Life swings like a pendulum backward and forward between pain and boredom.

He who writes carelessly confesses thereby at the very outset that he does not attach much importance to his own thoughts.

Ordinary people merely think how they shall spend their time; a man of talent tries to use it.

Truth is most beautiful undraped.

The more unintelligent a man is, the less mysterious existence seems to him.

After your death, you will be what you were before your birth.

Men are the devils of the earth, and the animals are the tormented souls.

Treat a work of art like a prince; let it speak to you first.

We can regard our life as a uselessly disturbing episode in the blissful repose of nothingness.

Only take someone’s hand in a certain way, even look into their eyes in a certain way, and the world is changed forever.

All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.

You only need to change your direction, said the cat, and ate it up.

You can draw a path for your life and have all of your goals set. You can change yourself as much as possible and change things around you just to reach those goals.

If we don’t change, we don’t grow. If we don’t grow, we aren’t really living.

Contrast the experience with something worse and you cannot help feeling happy and grateful because. The change from trouble to comfort gives us more pleasure than uninterrupted comfort does.

My days of whining and complaining about others have come to an end. Nothing is easier than fault finding. All it will do is discolor my personality so that none will want to associate with me. That was my old life. No more.

For last year’s words belong to last year’s language and next year’s words await another voice.