The mind conceives with pain, but it brings forth with delight.

There is graciousness and a kind of urbanity in beginning with men by esteem and confidence. It proves, at least, that we have long lived in good company with others and with our selves.

Imitate time; it destroys everything slowly; it undermines, it wears away, it detaches, it does not wrench.

Sexes. One has the look of a wound, the other of something skinned.

Logic works, metaphysics contemplates.

Fully to understand a grand and beautiful thought requires, perhaps, as much time as to conceive it.

Attention is like a narrow mouthed vessel; pour into it what you have to say cautiously, and, as it were, drop by drop.