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

Haughty people seem to me to have, like the dwarfs, the stature of a child and the face of a man.

The voice is a human sound which nothing inanimate can perfectly imitate. It has an authority and an insinuating property which writing lacks. It is not merely so much air, but air modulated and impregnated with life.

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

Whence? wither? why? how? - these questions cover all philosophy.

Young authors give their brains much exercise and little food.

Common sense suits itself to the ways of the world. Wisdom tries to confirm to the ways of heaven.