In every man there is something of all men.

God: personified incomprehensibility.

If we thought more for ourselves we would have very many more bad books and very many more good ones.

Delight at having understood a very abstract and obscure system leads most people to believe in the truth of what it demonstrates.

Before we blame we should first see whether we cannot excuse.

It not seldom happens that in the purposeless rovings and wanderings of the imagination we hunt down such game as can be put to use by our purposeful philosophy in its well-ordered household.

Why does a suppurating lung give so little warning and a sore on the finger so much?