In the long run, we only hit what we aim at.

A perfectly healthy sentence, it is true, is extremely rare. For the most part we miss the hue and fragrance of the thought; as if we could be satisfied with the dews of the morning or evening without their colors, or the heavens without their azure.

The music of all creatures has to do with their loves, even of toads and frogs. Is it not the same with man?

The gifts of Heaven are never quite gratuitous.

The nonchalance and dolce-far-niente air of nature and society hint at infinite periods in the progress of mankind.

I desire that there be as many different persons in the world as possible; I would have each one be very careful to find out and preserve his own way.

There are secret articles in our treaties with the gods, of more importance than all the rest, which the historian can never know.