How then is perfection to be sought? Wherein lies our hope? In education, and in nothing else.
Three things tell a man: his eyes, his friends and his favorite quotes
Out of the crooked timber of humanity, no straight thing was ever made.
Why were a few, or a single one, made at all, if only to exist in order to be made eternally miserable, which is infinitely worse than non-existence?
Nothing is divine but what is agreeable to reason.
Space and time are the framework within which the mind is constrained to construct its experience of reality.