they do not know that they seek only the chase and not the quarry.

Being unable to cure death, wretchedness, and ignorance, men have decided, in order to be happy, not to think about such things.

All of our reasoning ends in surrender to feeling.

When we see a natural style, we are astonished and charmed; for we expected to see an author, and we find a person.

Time heals griefs and quarrels, for we change and are no longer the same persons. Neither the offender nor the offended are any more themselves.

True eloquence scorns eloquence.

Most of man's trouble comes from his inability to be still.