The more learned a writer, the more digression beckons him.
Guilt agonizes over trifles, ignores habitual wrongdoing.
The noble style immobilizes its subjects.
I must like my profession, since I can hardly distinguish myself from it.
After a moment of shrinking back, we domesticate the grotesque.
Imprudence relies on luck, prudence on method. That gives prudence less edge than it expects.