“Ignorance is the softest pillow on which a man can rest his head.”

A good marriage would be between a blind wife and a deaf husband.

We can be knowledgable with other men’s knowledge but we cannot be wise with other men’s wisdom.

The public weal requires that men should betray, and lie, and massacre.

There is no passion so contagious as that of fear.

How many things we held yesterday as articles of faith which today we tell as fables.

Let us not be ashamed to speak what we shame not to think.

The prank of a page- boy, the blunder of a servant, a bit of table talk – they are all part of the curriculum.

I care not so much what I am to others as what I am to myself. I will be rich by myself, and not by borrowing.

I set forth a humble and inglorious life; that does not matter. You can tie up all moral philosophy with a common and private life just as well as with a life of richer stuff. Each man bears the entire form of man’s estate.

It is an absolute and virtually divine perfection to know how to enjoy our being rightfully.

Let us permit nature to have her way. She understands her business better than we do.

The value of life lies not in the length of days, but in the use we make of them… Whether you find satisfaction in life depends not on your tale of years, but on your will.

Every man bears the whole stamp of the human condition.

Valor is stability, not of legs and arms, but of courage and the soul.

I study myself more than any other subject. That is my metaphysics, that is my physics.

Every one rushes elsewhere and into the future, because no one wants to face one’s own inner self.

The innocent seldom find an uncomfortable pillow.

So the idea of being able to shop cross-category to buy the beach bag, the summer lip gloss, and the pillows for your pool house makes it into very focused, easy life.

Another day in paradise’ was his inevitable pronouncement when he settled his head on his pillow. Now I understand what that meant: the uneventful day was a precious gift.

Men are like pillow-cases. The colour of one may be red, that of another blue, and that of the third black; but all contain the same cotton within.

The story was a sleeping girl in a narrow bed Dark hair thick and wild and twisted like seaweed across the pillow.

Pay attention to how he speaks of the person that used to be a part of him, for if he cuts ties with you, he would have the same pillow talks with another about you.

They all land softly… The breeze through the willow The rain in the forest The tears on my pillow.

I love smelling her scent on my pillows.