Perfection doesn't exist... only good attempts.

Man is an embodied paradox, a bundle of contradictions.

So blinded are we by our passions, that we suffer more to be damned than to be saved.

Corruption is like a ball of snow, once it's set a rolling it must increase.

When I meet with any persons who write obscurely or converse confusedly, I am apt to suspect two things; first, that such persons do not understand themselves; and secondly, that they are not worthy of being understood by others.

Subtract from the great man all that he owes to opportunity, all that he owes to chance, and all that he gained by the wisdom of his friends and the folly of his enemies, and the giant will often be seen to be a pygmy.

It is with disease of the mind, as with those of the body; we are half dead before we understand our disorder, and half cured when we do.