Emotions and Feelings

No human thing is of serious importance.

Never discourage anyone.. who continually makes progress, no matter how slow.

Never discourage anyone.. who continually makes progress, no matter how slow.

Must not all things at last be swallowed up in Death?

Many men are loved by their enemies, and hated by their friends, and are the friends of their enemies, and the enemies of their friends.

Man is a prisoner who has no right to open the door of his prison and run away... A man should wait, and not take his own life until God summons him.

Lust is inseparably accompanied with the troubling of all order, with impudence, unseemliness, sloth, and dissoluteness.

Love is of something, and that which love desires is not that which love is or has; for no man desires that which he is or has. .

Love is of the beautiful, and therefore has not the beautiful. And the beautiful is the good, and therefore, in wanting and desiring the beautiful, love also wants and desires the good

‎ Love is a madness produced by an unclassifiable rational desire to understand the ultimate truth about the world.

Let him take heart who does advance, even in the smallest degree.

Let him take heart who does advance, even in the smallest degree.

It's not at all uncommon to find a person's desires compelling him to go against his reason, and to see him cursing himself and venting his passion on the source of the compulsion within him. It's as if there were two warring factions, with passion fighting on the side of reason.

It's not at all uncommon to find a person's desires compelling him to go against his reason, and to see him cursing himself and venting his passion on the source of the compulsion within him. It's as if there were two warring factions, with passion fighting on the side of reason.

Justice will only exist where those not affected by injustice are filled with the same amount of indignation as those offended.

It would be better for me that multitudes of men should disagree with me rather than that I, being one, should be out of harmony with myself.

If you are wise, all men will be your friends and kindred, for you will be useful.

I perplex others, not because I am clear, but because I am utterly perplexed myself.

I know not how I may seem to others, but to myself I am but a small child wandering upon the vast shores of knowledge, every now and then finding a small bright pebble to content myself with.

I have good hope that there is something after death.

I have a theory that you can make any sentence seem profound by writing the name of a dead philosopher at the end of it.

I am the wisest man alive, for I know one thing, and that is that I know nothing.

I am not given to finding fault, for there are innumerable fools.

How singular is the thing called pleasure, and how curiously related to pain, which might be thought to be the opposite of it; for they never come to a man together, and yet he who pursues either of them is generally compelled to take the other. They are two, and yet they grow together out of one head or stem.