There is no so wretched and coarse a soul wherein some particular faculty is not seen to shine.

Their [the Skeptics'] way of speaking is: "I settle nothing. . . . I do not understand it. . . . Nothing seems true that may not seem false." Their sacramental word is . . . , which is to say, I suspend my judgment.

The virtue of the soul does not consist in flying high, but in walking orderly.

Aesop, that great man, saw his master making water as he walked. "What!" he said, "Must we void ourselves as we run?" Use our timeas best we may, yet a great part of it will still be idly and ill spent.

Almost all the opinions we have are taken on authority and on credit.

If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than it was because he was he, and I was I.

He who does not live in some degree for others, hardly lives for himself.