People aren't supposed to look back. I'm certainly not going to do it anymore.

I like beautiful melodies telling me terrible things.

And to every man has been assigned a good and an evil angel; one assisting him and the other annoying him$$$ from his cradle to his coffin.

What is madness? To have erroneous perceptions$$$ and to reason correctly from them?

History should be written as philosophy.

Morality is everywhere the same for all men$$$ therefore it comes from God; sects differ$$$ therefore they are the work of men.

The heart has its own reasons that reason can't understand.

I have seen so many extraordinary things that nothing seems extraordinary to me.

It is proved...that things cannot be other than they are$$$ for since everything was made for a purpose$$$ it follows that everything is made for the best purpose.

Tears are the silent language of grief.