To find a friend one must close one eye. To keep him ... two.
Why always, "not yet"? Do flowers in spring say, "not yet"?
The business of life is to enjoy oneself; everything else is a mockery.
There is in us a lyric germ or nucleus which deserves respect; it bids a man to ponder or create; and in this dim corner of himself he can take refuge and find consolations which the society of his fellow creatures does not provide.
A man can believe a considerable deal of rubbish, and yet go about his daily work in a rational and cheerful manner.
Education is a state-controlled manufactory of echoes.
What is all wisdom save a collection of platitudes?
The sublimity of wisdom is to do those things living, which are to be desired when dying.
Many a man who thinks to found a home discovers that he has merely opened a tavern for his friends.
