No one has ever learned fully to know themselves.

Hatred is something peculiar. You will always find it strongest and most violent where there is the lowest degree of culture.

Thus I reel from desire to fulfillment and in fulfillment languish for desire.

Nature! We are enveloped and embraced by her, incapable of emerging from her and incapable of entering her more deeply. Unbidden and unwarned, she receives us into the circuits of her dance, drifting onward with us herself, until we grow tired and drop from her arms.

The greatest genius will not be worth much if he pretends to draw exclusively from his own resources

Nature does not suffer her veil to be taken from her, and what she does not choose to reveal to the spirit, thou wilt not wrest from her by levers and screws.

A king there was once reigning, Who had a goodly flea, Him loved he without feigning, As his own son were he!