I will say with Lorenzo de Medici that those who do not hope for another life are always dead to this one.

The rose is wont with pride to swell, and ever seeks to rise.

In art, the best is good enough.

Know'st thou yesterday, its aim and reason? Work'st thou will today for worthier things? Then calmly wait the morrow's hidden season, And fear thou not, what hap soe'er it brings

Hypotheses are only the pieces of scaffolding which are erected round a building during the course of construction, and which are taken away as soon as the edifice is completed.

Who can think wise or stupid things at all that were not thought already in the past.

Self-love exaggerates our faults as well as our virtues.