A great scholar is seldom a great philosopher.

So then the year is repeating its old story again. We are come once more, thank God! to its most charming chapter. The violets and the Mayflowers are as its inscriptions or vignettes. It always makes a pleasant impression on us, when we open again at these pages of the book of life.

Smoothly and lightly the golden seed by the furrow is covered.

Error is to truth as sleep is to waking. I have observed that one turns, as if refreshed, from error back to truth.

No one knows what he is doing so long as he is acting rightly; but of what is wrong one is always conscious.

Make the most of time, it flies away so fast; yet method will teach you to win time.

Rejoice that you have still have a long time to live, before the thought comes to you that there is nothing more in the world to see.