"Why do I not seek some real good; one which I could feel, not one which I could display?" — Lucius Annaeus Seneca

It is better, of course, to know useless things than to know nothing.

A happy life is one which is in accordance with its own nature.

Nothing becomes so offensive so quickly as grief. When fresh it finds someone to console it, but when it becomes chronic, it is ridiculed, and rightly.

Every sin is the result of a collaboration.