“The most disgraceful cause of the scarcity [of remedies] is that even those who know them do not want to point them out, as if they were going to lose what they pass on to others.”

A short death is the sovereign good hap of human life.

The depth of darkness to which you can descend and still live is an exact measure of the height to which you can aspire to reach.

Man naturally yearns for novelty.

In these matters the only certainty is that nothing is certain.

I would have a man generous to his country, his neighbors, his kindred, his friends, and most of all his poor friends. Not like some who are most lavish with those who are able to give most of them.

Now, that the sovereign power and deity, whatsoever it is, should have regard of mankind, is a toy and vanity worthy to be laughed at.

Human nature is fond of novelty.

Our youth and manhood are due to our country, but our declining years are due to ourselves.

I think it is the most beautiful and humane thing in the world, so to mingle gravity with pleasure that the one may not sink into melancholy, nor the other rise up into wantonness.

From the end spring new beginnings.

The best plan is to profit by the folly of others.

Envy always implies conscious inferiority wherever it resides.

Lust is an enemy to the purse, a foe to the person, a canker to the mind, a corrosive to the conscience, a weakness of the wit, a besotter of the senses, and finally, a mortal bane to all the body.

A god cannot procure death for himself, even if he wished it, which, so numerous are the evils of life, has been granted to man as our chief good.

The only thing man knows instinctively is how to weep.

Our civilization depends largely on paper.

The most difficult situation in life is being aware that you’re lost.

Lucid dreaming is dreaming but you being aware that you’re doing it.

You cannot teach a person something he does not already know, you can only bring what he does know to his awareness.

If, then, my awareness of the past and future makes me less aware of the present, I must begin to wonder whether I am actually living in the real world.

Energy is what I believe all of us are. We’re just conscious awareness dancing for itself for no other reason but to stay amused.

Other people teach us who we are. Their attitudes to us are the mirror in which we learn to see ourselves, but the mirror is distorted. We are, perhaps, rather dimly aware of the immense power of our social enviornment.

My earthly parents don’t know my potential or my divine qualities. They weren’t taught how to diagnose or be aware of such things.

I have no other self than the totality of things of which I am aware.