He who receives an injury is to some extent an accomplice of the wrong-doer.

As long as there is satire, the poet is, as it were, particeps criminis.

How can he remember well his ignorance - which his growth requires - who has so often to use his knowledge?

I see in many places little barberry bushes just come up densely in the cow-dung, like young apple trees, the berries having been eaten by the cows. Here they find manure and an open space for the first year at least, when they are not choked by grass or weeds. In this way, evidently, many of these clumps of barberries are commenced.

A man's ignorance sometimes is not only useful, but beautiful-while his knowledge, so called, is oftentimes worse than useless, besides being ugly.

There is no remedy for love but to love more.

What is chastity? How shall a man know if he is chaste? He shall not know it. We have heard of this virtue, but we know not what it is.