Self-taught poverty is a help toward philosophy, for the things which philosophy attempts to teach by reasoning, poverty forces us to practice.

He has the most who is most content with the least.

We have two ears and one tongue so that we would listen more and talk less.

I pissed on the man who called me a dog. Why was he so surprised?

In a rich man's house there is no place to spit but his face.

Plato had defined Man as an animal, biped and featherless, and was applauded. Diogenes plucked a fowl and brought it into the lecture-room with the words, "Behold Plato's man!"

I am Diogenes the Dog. I nuzzle the kind, bark at the greedy and bite scoundrels.

He lit a lamp in broad daylight and said, as he went about, "I am looking for a human."

It is not that I am mad, it is only that my head is different from yours.

I am not an Athenian or a Greek, but a citizen of the world.

One original thought is worth a thousand mindless quotings

No connection can ever be broken if love holds tight at both ends.

I haven't heard of anybody who wants to stop living on account of the cost.

If family violence teaches children that might makes right at home, how will we hope to cure the futile impulse to solve worldly conflicts with force?

Our hopes, desires and ambitions are powerful forces existing within us for the shaping of the future. They are the generating forces that create the future.

On the Continent people have good food; in England people have good table manners.

Spells of acute loneliness are an essential part of travel. Loneliness makes things happen.

When you open up your mouth, everything of God comes out and it commands attention, it commands change. I'm talking about the power that's inside of you.

The right to life does not depend, and must not be declared to be contingent, on the pleasure of anyone else, not even a parent or sovereign.

Ford can't sell trucks currently, and GM is not selling as many cars as it would like to. That is a problem of product and pricing, not a systemic problem of abandonment by consumers.

I stick my finger into existence.. it smells of nothing. Where am I? Who am I? What is this thing called the world? What does this word mean?