Voltaire

The progress of rivers to the ocean is not so rapid as that of man to error.

Meditation is the dissolution of thoughts in Eternal awareness or Pure consciousness without objectification, knowing without thinking, merging finitude in infinity.

In general, the art of government consists of taking as much money as possible from one class of citizens to give to another.

I have lived eighty years of life and know nothing for it, but to be resigned and tell myself that flies are born to be eaten by spiders and man to be devoured by sorrow.

Friendship is the marriage of the soul, and this marriage is liable to divorce.

Think for yourselves and let others enjoy the privilege to do so, too.

Most people think that aging is irreversible and we know that there are mechanisms even in the human machinery that allow for the reversal of aging, through correction of diet, through anti-oxidants, through removal of toxins from the body, through exercise, through yoga and breathing techniques, and through meditation.

Fear always springs from ignorance.

Today is the oldest you’ve ever been, and the youngest you’ll ever be again.

The liar’s punishment is, not in the least that he is not believed, but that he cannot believe anyone else.

Let a man find himself, in distinction from others, on top of two wheels with a chain – at least in a poor country like Russia – and his vanity begins to swell out like his tires. In America it takes an automobile to produce this effect.

It is the flash which appears, the thunderbolt will follow.

Never pick a fight with people who buy ink by the barrel.

A man is rich in proportion to the number of things he can let alone.

Do what you know and perception is converted into character.

The ideal form of government is democracy tempered with assassination.

The squirrel that you kill in jest, dies in earnest.

I always feel excited when I can do something that’s about what I believe in.

The money men make lives after them.

Broken, like a mosaic, I am pieced together. I am still a piece of art, though I may not be fully appreciated by all, the ones that see the beauty, are the ones who have the understanding; gained through experience, that to break, doesn’t mean to give up.

However intense my experience, I am conscious of the presence and criticism of a part of me, which, as it were, is not a part of me, but a spectator, sharing no experience, but taking note of it, and that is no more I than it is you. When the play, it may be the tragedy, of life is over, the spectator goes his way. It was a kind of fiction, a work of the imagination only, so far as he was concerned.