“Man is so made that when anything fires his soul, impossibilities vanish.”

The best laid plot can injure its maker, and often a man’s perfidy will rebound on himself.

All the brains in the world are powerless against the sort of stupidity that is in fashion.

If you deal with a fox, think of his tricks.

Still people are dangerous.

A hare is not caught with a drum.

If every man works at that for which nature fitted him, the cows will be well tended.

Habit, to which all of us are more or less slaves.

It is good to be charitable; but to whom? That is the point. As to the ungrateful, there is not one who does not at last die miserable.

Even if misfortune is only good for bringing a fool to his senses, it would still be just to deem it good for something.

Imitators are a slavish herd and fools in my opinion.

We ought never to scoff at the wretched, for who can be sure of continued happiness?

Let fools the studious despise, There’s nothing lost by being wise.

From a distance it is something; and nearby it is nothing.

Nothing is so dangerous as an ignorant friend; a wise enemy is worth more.

The finest victory is to conquer one’s own heart.

Every flatterer lives at the expense of him who listens to him.

I’m quite certain that if the rest of the world vanished overnight and the development of cricket were left in Australian hands, within a generation, the players would be wearing shorts and using the bats to hit each other, and the thing is, it’d be a much better game for it.

When we open ourselves you yourself to me and I myself to you, when we submerge you into me and I into you when we vanish into me you and into you I Then am I me and you are you.

To struggle when hope is banished! To live when life’s salt is gone! To dwell in a dream that’s vanished- To endure, and go calmly on!

But the apparent inconsistency vanishes when you read his book and find that by property he means simply legally privileged wealth or the power of usury, and not at all the possession by the labourer of his products.

Man is only a moral being because he lives in society, since morality consists in solidarity with the group, and varies according to that solidarity. Cause all social life to vanish, and moral life would vanish at the same time, having no object to cling to.

When that person dies, the whole cluster dies,too, vanishes from the living memory. I wonder who that person will be for me. Whose death will make me truly dead?

If insects were to vanish, the environment would collapse into chaos.

The magic on you is only magic and will vanish as soon as you are free, but the enchantment of error that you put on me I must wear forever in your eyes. We are not always what we seem, and hardly ever what we dream.