Every day I observe more and more the folly of judging of others by ourselves; and I have so much trouble with myself, and my own heart is in such constant agitation, that I am well content to let others pursue their own course, if they only allow me the same privilege.

Talent develops in quiet, alone; character is sharpened in the torrent of the world.

None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free.

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

How often do I lull my seething blood to rest, for you have never seen anything so unsteady, so uncertain, as this heart.

Everyone believes in his youth that the world really began with him, and that all merely exists for his sake.

Some books seem to have been written, not to teach us anything, but to let us know that the author has known something.