“The happy man only feels at ease because the unhappy bear their burden in silence. Without this silence, happiness would be impossible.”

Love, respect, and friendship do unite a people as well as a common hatred does.

Each of us is full of too many wheels, screws and valves to permit us to judge one another on a first impression or by two or three external signs.

The world is, of course, nothing but our conception of it.

Money, like vodka, turns a person into an eccentric.

It’s easier to ask for money from the poor than from the wealthy.

We learn about life not from plusses alone, but from minuses as well.

The more cultured a man, the less fortunate he is.

Without a knowledge of languages you feel as if you don’t have a passport.

I observed that after marriage people cease to be curious.

Brevity – the sister of talent.

Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.

Faith is an aptitude of the spirit. It is, in fact, a talent: you must be born with it.

They say philosophers and wise men are indifferent. Wrong. Indifference is a paralysis of the soul, a premature death.

For God’s sake, have some self-respect and do not run off at the mouth if your brain is out to lunch.

The unhappy are egotistical, base, unjust, cruel, and even less capable of understanding one another than are idiots. Unhappiness does not unite people, but separates them.

I can only regard with bewilderment an educated man who is also religious.

I’ve noticed that about your people, Doctor. You find it easier to understand the death of one than the death of a million. You speak about the objective hardness of the Vulcan heart, yet how little room there seems to be in yours.

It’s easy to love yourself when you feel good enough, when you feel special enough, when you’re loved enough, when you have enough money, and you’re appreciated.

It is what we do easily and what we like to do that we do well.

When I think about what sort of person I would most like to have on a retainer, I think it would be a boss. A boss who could tell me what to do, because that makes everything easy when you’re working.

In soloing – as in other activities – it is far easier to start something than it is to finish it.

In a world full of possibilities its easy to lose yourself in so many ways.

Learning to love unselfishly is not an easy task. It runs counter to our self-centered nature.

For dinner parties, I love making an easy cioppino using shrimp, mussels, clams, and a hearty fish that won’t fall apart easily.