In the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something bitter, which stings in the very flowers.

... deprived of pain, and also deprived of danger, able to do what it wants, [Nature] does not need us, nor understands our deserts, and it cannot be angry.

Forbear to spew out reason from your mind, but rather ponder everything with keen judgment; and if it seems true, own yourself vanquished, but, if it is false, gird up your loins to fight.

So, little by little, time brings out each several thing into view, and reason raises it up into the shores of light.

It is great wealth to a soul to live frugally with a contented mind.

It is pleasurable, when winds disturb the waves of a great sea, to gaze out from land upon the great trials of another.

We notice that the mind grows with the body, and with it decays.