“I prefer the most unfair peace to the most righteous war.”

The life given us, by nature is short; but the memory of a well-spent life is eternal.

What is dishonorably got, is dishonorably squandered.

A happy life consists in tranquility of mind.

What one has, one ought to use; and whatever he does, he should do with all his might.

The fruit of too much liberty is slavery.

Natural ability without education has more often raised a man to glory and virtue than education without natural ability.

It is the peculiar quality of a fool to perceive the faults of others and to forget his own.

Where is there dignity unless there is honesty?

Trust no one unless you have eaten much salt with him.

For books are more than books, they are the life, the very heart and core of ages past, the reason why men worked and died, the essence and quintessence of their lives.

Few are those who wish to be endowed with virtue rather than to seem so.

The countenance is the portrait of the soul, and the eyes mark its intention.

A room without books is like a body without a soul.

The life of the dead is placed on the memories of the living. The love you gave in life keeps people alive beyond their time. Anyone who was given love will always live on in another’s heart.

For the whole life of a philosopher is, as the same philosopher says, a meditation on death.

The shifts of fortune test the reliability of friends.

Ninety-nine percent of the world’s lovers are not with their first choice. That’s what makes the jukebox play.

Life is so short. I would rather sing one song than interpret the thousand.

It may be normal, darling; but I’d rather be natural.

Let me be unambiguous. I prefer not to be photographed.

I realized either I was crazy or the world was crazy; and I picked on the world. And of course I was right.

It’s better to stand by someone’s side than by yourself

I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.

I’ll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide: Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding; Where the wild wind blows on the mountain-side.