The body can feed the body only.

The knowledge of an unlearned man is living and luxuriant like a forest, but covered with mosses and lichens and for the most part inaccessible and going to waste; the knowledge of the man of science is like timber collected in yards for public works, which still supports a green sprout here and there, but even this is liable to dry rot.

The monster is never just there where we think he is. What is truly monstrous is our cowardice and sloth.

One piece of good sense would be more memorable than a monument as high as the moon.

A healthy man, indeed, is the complement of the seasons, and in winter, summer is in his heart.

None can lead this life who are not almost amphibious.

You speak of poverty and dependence. Who are poor and dependent? Who are rich and independent? When was it that men agreed to respect the appearance and not the reality?