There is nothing so unready as readiness of wit.
True felicity consists of its own consciousness.
To lose one's self in reverie, one must be either very happy, or very unhappy. Reverie is the child of extremes.
Opinions, theories, and systems pass by turns over the grindstone of time, which at first gives them brilliancy and sharpness, but finally wears them out.
Youth is not the era of wisdom; let us therefore have due consideration.
Vices are often habits rather than passions.