I look upon the pleasure we take in a garden as one of the most innocent delights in human life.

All literature, all philosophical treatises, all the voices of antiquity are full of examples for imitation, which would all lie unseen in darkness without the light of literature.

The enemy is within the gates; it is with our own luxury, our own folly, our own criminality that we have to contend.

No poet or orator has ever existed who believed there was any better than himself.

What is permissible is not always honorable.

In a discussion of this kind our interest should be centered not on the weight of the authority but on the weight of the argument. Indeed the authority of those who set out to teach is often an impediment to those who wish to learn. They cease to use their own judgment and regard as gospel whatever is put forward by their chosen teacher.

We are not born for ourselves alone.