One says a lot in vain, refusing; The other mainly hears the "No."

Oh God, how do the world and heavens confine themselves, when our hearts tremble in their own barriers!

For a strolling damsel a doubtful reputation bears.

Certain books seem to be written, not that we might learn from them, but in order that we might see how much the author knows.

Nothing is more disgusting than the majority: because it consists of a few powerful predecessors, of rogues who adapt themselves, of weak who assimilate themselves, and the masses who imitate without knowing at all what they want.

Our senses don't deceive us: our judgment does

Mastery is often taken for egotism.