A man has virtues enough if he deserves pardon for his faults on account of them.

If it were true what in the end would be gained? Nothing but another truth. Is this such a mighty advantage? We have enough old truths still to digest, and even these we would be quite unable to endure if we did not sometimes flavor them with lies.

Reason now gazes above the realm of the dark but warm feelings as the Alpine peaks do above the clouds. They behold the sun more clearly and distinctly, but they are cold and unfruitful.

What we have to discover for ourselves leaves behind in our mind a pathway that can be used on another occasion.

Many intelligent people, when about to write . . . , force on their minds a certain notion about style, just as they screw up their faces when they sit for their portraits.

The construction of the universe is certainly very much easier to explain than is that of the plant.

Delicacy in woman is strength.