My thoughts are my company; I can bring them together, select them, detain them, dismiss them.

Truth, like the juice of the poppy, in small quantities, calms men; in larger, heats and irritates them, and is attended by fatal consequences in excess.

No ashes are lighter than those of incense, and few things burn out sooner.

Men, like nails, lose their usefulness when they lose their direction and begin to bend.

Cats ask plainly for what they want.

What is reading but silent conversation.