He who does not understand the supreme certainty of mathematics is wallowing in confusion.
We are sure to be losers when we quarrel with ourselves; it is civil war.
True friendship is like sound health; the value of it is seldom known until it is lost.
Money is the most envied, but the least enjoyed. Health is the most enjoyed, but the least envied.
Time is the most undefinable yet paradoxical of things; the past is gone, the future is not come, and the present becomes the past, even while we attempt to define it.
Wealth after all is a relative thing since he that has little and wants less is richer than he that has much and wants more.
He that is good will infallibly become better, and he that is bad will as certainly become worse; for vice, virtue, and time are three things that never stand still.
Why are there not positive mysteries? It's always who stole the diamond, or who killed the butler? How about. . . who made cookies, somebody cleaned my room.
Remain dignified, dress well, be good to other people and you’ll be fine.
Of course in Miami, not denouncing Fidel Castro at every turn is almost as bad as saying Gloria Estefan can't sing.
I think I'd be depressed if everything were nearly all known, but I don't feel any danger of that happening.