The essence of life consists in thinking, and being conscious of one's soul.
The worst thing about new books is that they keep us from reading the old ones.
It may be said that it is with our thoughts as with our flowers. Those whose expression is simple carry their seed with them; those that are double by their richness and pomp charm the mind, but produce nothing.
Close your eyes and you will see.
Questions show the mind's range, and answers its subtlety.
We may convince others by our arguements, but we can only persuade them by their own