Our speech has its weaknesses and its defects, like all the rest. Most of the occasions for the troubles of the world are grammatical.

We trouble our life by thoughts about death, and our death by thoughts about life.

Obsession is the wellspring of genius and madness.

If my intentions were not to be read in my eyes and voice, I should not have survived so long without quarrels and without harm, seeing the indiscreet freedom with which I say, right or wrong, whatever comes into my head.

Stupidity and wisdom meet in the same centre of sentiment and resolution, in the suffering of human accidents.

And therefore, Reader, I myself am the subject of my book: it is not reasonable that you should employ your leisure on a topic so frivolous and so vain. Therefore, Farewell.

Children's plays are not sports, and should be deemed as their most serious actions.