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.

I have observed that as long as one lives and bestirs himself, he can always find food and raiment, though it may not be of the choicest description.

A leaf that is destined to grow large is full of grooves and wrinkles at the start. Now if one has no patience and wants it smooth offhand like a willow leaf, there is trouble ahead.

The style of an author is a faithful copy of his mind.

Wanted: A dog that neither barks nor bites, eats broken glass and shits diamonds.

To tremble before anticipated evils is to bemoan what thou hast never lost.

What we do not understand we do not possess.