Much reading has brought upon us a learned barbarism.

He who is in love with himself has at least this advantage - he won't encounter many rivals.

The greater part of human misery is caused by indolence.

Most men of education are more superstitious than they admit - nay, than they think.

How might letters be most efficiently copied so that the blind might read them with their fingers?

Pain warns us not to exert our limbs to the point of breaking them. How much knowledge would we not need to recognize this by the exercise of mere reason.

The man was such an intellectual he was of almost no use.