Experience, the interpreter between creative nature and the human race, teaches the action of nature among mortals: how under the constraint of necessity she cannot act otherwise than as reason, who steers her helm, teaches her to act.
I have wasted my hours.
Common Sense is that which judges the things given to it by other senses.
When counting, try not to mix chickens with blessings.
The faculty of imagination is both the rudder and the bridle of the senses.
When that which loves is united to the thing beloved it can rest there; when the burden is laid down it finds rest there. There will be eternal fame also for the inhabitants of that town, constructed and enlarged by him.