It seems to never occur to fools that merit and good fortune are closely united.

Most man only care for science so far as they get a living by it, and that they worship even error when it affords them a subsistence.

Talents are nurtured best in solitude, But character on life's tempestuous seas!

It is a great pleasure to transport one's-self into the spirit of the times; to see how a wise man has thought before us, and to what a glorious height we have at last carried it.

My poor head is in such a whirl, my mind is all in bits.

We often feel that we lack something, and seem to see that very quality in someone else, promptly attributing all our own qualities to him too, and a kind of ideal contentment as well. And so the happy mortal is a model of complete perfection--which we have ourselves created.

It would be a lowly art that allowed itself to be understood all at once.