Talent hits a target no one else can hit. Genius hits a target no one else can see.

We forfeit three-fourths of ourselves in order to be like other people.

Great men are like eagles, and build their nest on some lofty solitude

I've never known any trouble than an hour's reading didn't assuage.

Talent hits a target no one else can hit; Genius hits a target no one else can see.

With people of limited ability modesty is merely honesty. But with those who possess great talent it is hypocrisy.

All truth passes through three stages. First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as being self-evident.

It is a clear gain to sacrifice pleasure in order to avoid pain.

Happiness belongs to those who are sufficient unto themselves. For all external sources of happiness and pleasure are, by their very nature, highly uncertain, precarious, ephemeral and subject to chance.