I have made this letter longer than usual, only because I have not had the time to make it shorter.
Our soul is cast into a body, where it finds number, time, dimension. Thereupon it reasons, and calls this nature necessity, and can believe nothing else.
Like a morning dream, life becomes more and more bright the longer we live, and the reason of everything appears more clear. What has puzzled us before seems less mysterious, and the crooked paths look straighter as we approach the end.
As winter strips the leaves from around us, so that we may see the distant regions they formerly concealed, so old age takes away our enjoyments only to enlarge the prospect of the coming eternity.
We do not remember days, we remember moments.
The closing years of life are like the end of a masquerade party, when the masks are dropped.
Some are so very studious of learning what was done by the ancients that they know not how to live with the moderns.
Bureaucracy defends the status quo long past the time when the quo has lost its status.
What might be taken for a precocious genius is the genius of childhood. When the child grows up, it disappears without a trace. It may happen that this boy will become a real painter some day, or even a great painter. But then he will have to begin everything again, from zero.
The nose of a mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it can be quietly led.
Some old men, continually praise the time of their youth. In fact, you would almost think that there were no fools in their days, but unluckily they themselves are left as an example.
Imagine if every Thursday your shoes exploded if you tied them the usual way. This happens to us all the time with computers, and nobody thinks of complaining.
Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
Old age is a tyrant, who forbids, under pain of death, the pleasures of youth.
Don't let yesterday use up too much of today.
One can't judge Wagner's opera Lohengrin after a first hearing, and I certainly don't intend to hear it a second time.
Some women can be fooled all of the time, and all women can be fooled some of the time, but the same woman can't be fooled by the same man in the same way more than half of the time.
Both in thought and in feeling, even though time be real, to realise the unimportance of time is the gate of wisdom.
The slave is doomed to worship time and fate and death, because they are greater than anything he finds in himself, and because all his thoughts are of things which they devour.
I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes, so live not in your yesterdays, no just for tomorrow, but in the here and now. Keep moving and forget the post mortems; and remember, no one can get the jump on the future.
So during those first moments of the day, which are yours and yours alone, you can circumvent these boundaries and concentrate fully on spiritual matters. And this gives you the opportunity to plan the time management of the entire day.
It is with trifles, and when he is off guard, that a man best reveals his character.
Great minds are related to the brief span of time during which they live as great buildings are to a little square in which they stand: you cannot see them in all their magnitude because you are standing too close to them.
What is past is prologue.
Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying!
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