Mathematicians are like Frenchmen: whatever you say to them they translate into their own language and forthwith it is something entirely different.

Mannerism always wants to be finished and doesn't enjoy the process. Genuine, truly great talent, however, finds its greatest satisfaction in the production.

All men would be masters of others, and no man is lord of himself.

A noble person attracts noble people, and knows how to hold on to them.

Time is a strange thing. It is a whimsical tyrant, which in every century has a different face for all that one says and does.

One criticizes the English for carrying their teapots wherever they go, even lugging them up Mount Etna. But doesn't every nationhave its teapot, in which, even when traveling, it brews the dried bundles of herbs brought from home?

Do the duty which lies nearest to thee.