The evening of life brings with it its lamps.

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

Mediocrity is excellence in the eyes of the mediocre.

We live in an age in which superfluous ideas abound and essential ideas are lacking.

Reason is a bee, and exists only on what it makes; his usefulness takes the place of beauty.

What can you possibly add to a mind that's full, especially one that's full of itself.

The mind's direction is more important than its progress.