The misanthrope, as an essentially solitary man, is not a man at all: he must be a beast or a god.
Tragedy is an imitation not of men but of a life, an action
Wit is educated insolence.
Time past, even God is deprived of the power of recalling.
We should venture on the study of every kind of animal without distaste; for each and all will reveal to us something natural and something beautiful.
We work to earn our leisure.