It is a question whether, when we break a murderer on the wheel, we do not fall into the error a child makes when it hits the chair it has bumped into.

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

I cannot say whether things will get better if we change; what I can say is they must change if they are to get better.

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.

It is a great shame; most of our words are misused tools / which often still smell of the mud in which previous owners / desecrated them.

We have to believe that everything has a cause, as the spider spins its web in order to catch flies. But it does this before it knows there are such things as flies.

Non cogitant, ergo non sunt.