“The ceaseless labour of your life is to build the house of death.”

It should be noted that children at play are not playing about; their games should be seen as their most serious-minded activity.

In nine lifetimes, you’ll never know as much about your cat as your cat knows about you.

Poverty of goods is easily cured; poverty of soul, impossible.

If a man should importune me to give a reason why I loved him, I find it could no otherwise be expressed, than by making answer: because it was he, because it was I.

She will do this job perfectly for you; don’t bother your head about it.

The beautiful souls are they that are universal, open, and ready for all things.

The strangest, most generous, and proudest of all virtues is true courage.

I speak the truth not so much as I would, but as much as I dare, and I dare a little more as I grow older.

Death, they say, acquits us of all obligations.

Fortune, seeing that she could not make fools wise, has made them lucky.

If ordinary people complain that I speak too much of myself, I complain that they do not even think of themselves.

The most certain sign of wisdom is cheerfulness.

Tis the sharpness of our mind that gives the edge to our pains and pleasures.

Even from their infancy we frame them to the sports of love: their instruction, behavior, attire, grace, learning and all their words azimuth only at love, respects only affection. Their nurses and their keepers imprint no other thing in them.

I have never seen a greater monster or miracle in the world than myself.

Of all our infirmities, the most savage is to despise our being.

A fretful temper will divide the closest knot that may be tied, by ceaseless sharp corrosion; a temper passionate and fierce may suddenly your joys disperse at one immense explosion.

My attraction to story is a ceaseless current that runs through the center of me. My inexhaustible ardor for reading seems connected to my hunger for storylines that show up in both books and in the great tumbling chaos of life.

The purpose of separation of church and state is to keep forever from these shores the ceaseless strife that has soaked the soil of Europe with blood for centuries.

One man watches a river flow by. If he does not wish it to flow, to change ceaselessly in accord with its nature, he will suffer great pain.