Remorse is the punishment of crime; repentance, its expiation. The former appertains to a tormented conscience; the latter to a soul changed for the better.

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

What can one possibly introduce into a mind that is already full, and full of itself?

Men must be either the slaves of duty, or the slaves of force.

Men have torn up the roads which led to Heaven, and which all the world followed; now we have to make our own ladders.

How many books there are whose reputation is made that would not obtain it were it now to make?

Words, like glass, obscure when they do not aid vision.