Imagine the world so greatly magnified that particles of light look like twenty-four-pound cannon balls.

We can see nothing whatever of the soul unless it is visible in the expression of the countenance; one might call the faces at a large assembly of people a history of the human soul written in a kind of Chinese ideograms.

Once we know our weaknesses they cease to do us any harm.

It is too bad if you have to do everything upon reflection and can't do anything from early habit.

As soon as you know a man to be blind, you imagine that you can see it from his back.

There is a great difference between believing in something and believing in it again.

If all mankind were suddenly to practice honesty, many thousands of people would be sure to starve.