Live dangerously and you live right.

We are not all equal, nor can we be so.

We're only really thinking when we can't think out fully what we are really thinking about!

The child, offered the mother's breast, Will not in the beginning grab it; But soon it clings to it with zest. And thus at wisdom's copious breasts You'll drink each day with greater zest.

Publishers are all cohorts of the devil; there must be a special hell for them somewhere.

Too rigid scruples are concealed pride.

The passions are like those demons with which Afrasahiab sailed down the Orus. Our only safety consists in keeping them asleep. If they we are lost.