Nature has planted in our minds an insatiable longing to see the truth.

The mind becomes accustomed to things by the habitual sight of them, and neither wonders nor inquires about the reasons for things it sees all the time.

It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief, as though sorrow would be made less by baldness.

A man's own manner and character is what most becomes him.

How do our philosophers act? Do they not inscribe their signatures to the very essays they write on the propriety of despising glory.

It is the nature of every person to error, but only the fool perseveres in error.

Of all nature's gifts to the human race, what is sweeter to a man than his children?