Grief - Happiness is to feel that one's soul is good; there is no other, in truth, and this kind of happiness may exist even in sorrow, so that there are griefs perfable to every joy, and such as would be preferred by all those who have felt them.

Man is born with the faculty of speech. Who gives it to him? He who gives the bird its song.

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

We measure minds by their stature; it would be better to esteem them by their beauty.

Credulity forges more miracles than trickery could invent.

Mediocrity is excellent to the eyes of mediocre people.

When my friends lack an eye, I look at them in profile.