In every man there is something of all men.

It is said that truth comes from the mouths of fools and children: I wish every good mind which feels an inclination for satire would reflect that the finest satirist always has something of both in him.

A donkey appears to me like a horse translated into Dutch.

He was always smoothing and polishing himself, and in the end he became blunt before he was sharp.

A clever child brought up with a foolish one can itself become foolish. Man is so perfectible and corruptible he can become a fool through good sense.

To write brashly about some things, it is almost necessary not to know much about them.

In each of us there is a little of all of us.