The essential form of knowledge... is nothing but a representation of truth: for the truth of being and the truth of knowing are one, differing no more than the direct beam and the beam reflected.

O life! An age to the miserable, a moment to the happy.

Habit, if wisely and skillfully formed, becomes truly a second nature; but unskillfully and unmethodically depicted, it will be as it were an ape of nature, which imitates nothing to the life, but only clumsily and awkwardly

The best preservative to keep the mind in health is the faithful admonition of a friend.

There is a difference between happiness and wisdom: he that thinks himself the happiest man is really so; but he that thinks himself the wisest is generally the greatest fool.

What is truth? said jesting Pilate; and would not stay for an answer.

What, then, remains but that we still should cry, For being born, and, being born, to die?