Continuous eloquence wearies. Grandeur must be abandoned to be appreciated. Continuity in everything is unpleasant. Cold is agreeable, that we may get warm.
Eloquence is a painting of the thoughts.
Opinion is, as it were, the queen of the world, but force is its tyrant.
Everyone, without exception, is searching for happiness.
Ugly deeds are most estimable when hidden.
If man made himself the first object of study, he would see how incapable he is of going further. How can a part know the whole?