The heart never becomes wrinkled.

... truth ... carries authority with it; while falsehood and lies skulk under a load of words, without having the power of persuasion; the more they attempt to show themselves, the more they are entangled.

. . . long journeys are strange things: if we were always to continue in the same mind we are in at the end of a journey, we should never stir from the place we were then in . . .

good and evil travel on the same road, but they leave different impressions.

Thicken your religion a little. It is evaporating altogether by being subtilized.

It is a disgraceful thing to be ignorant.

The world has no long injustices.