“Nothing stands out so conspicuously, or remains so firmly fixed in the memory, as something which you have blundered.”

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.

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

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.

It is our own evil thoughts which madden us.

Times are bad. Children no longer obey their parents, and everyone is writing a book.

Old age: the crown of life, our play’s last act.

When you are aspiring to the highest place, it is honorable to reach the second or even the third rank.

Politicians are not born; they are excreted.

A mental stain can neither be blotted out by the passage of time nor washed away by any waters.

Our span of life is brief, but is long enough for us to live well and honestly.

In times of war, the law falls silent.

A mind without instruction can no more bear fruit than can a field, however fertile, without cultivation.

It is not by muscle, speed, or physical dexterity that great things are achieved, but by reflection, force of character, and judgment.

I love writing songs because I love preserving memories, like putting a picture frame around a feeling you once had.

The stories we love best do live in us forever.

Study without desire spoils the memory, and it retains nothing that it takes in.

Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind. Memories, sweetened through the ages just like wine.

Everything looks bad if you remember it.

Experience had taught me that even the most precious memories fade with the passage of time.

The memory of the Saints leads us to raise our eyes to Heaven: not to forget the realities of the earth, but to face them with more courage and hope.

The memory of the Saints leads us to raise our eyes to Heaven: not to forget the realities of the earth, but to face them with more courage and hope.