The Soul is the voice of the body's interests.
Nature is like a beautiful woman that may be as delightfully and as truly known at a certain distance as upon a closer view; as to knowing her through and through; that is nonsense in both cases, and might not reward our pains.
I have no axe to grind; only my thoughts to burnish.
Memory itself is an internal rumour.
It is the acme of life to understand life.
The great difficulty in education is to get experience out of ideas.