Skepticism is the chastity of the intellect...
Everything in nature is lyrical in its ideal essence, tragic in its fate, and comic in its existence.
One real world is enough.
There is nothing sweeter than to be sympathized with.
Every nation thinks its own madness normal and requisite; more passion and more fancy it calls folly, less it calls imbecility.
The world is so ordered that we must, in a material sense, lose everything we have and love, one thing after another, until we ourselves close our eyes.