The hardest thing to see is what is in front of your eyes.

Nature! We are enveloped and embraced by her, incapable of emerging from her and incapable of entering her more deeply. Unbidden and unwarned, she receives us into the circuits of her dance, drifting onward with us herself, until we grow tired and drop from her arms.

To a valet no man is a hero.

We are not all equal, nor can we be so.

He who only tastes his error will long dwell with it, will take delight in it as in a singular felicity; while he who drains it to the dregs will, if he be not crazy, find it to be what it is.

A man's errors are what make him amiable.

I do not know myself, and God forbid that I should.