My reason is not framed to bend or stoop: my knees are.

One should be ever booted and spurred and ready to depart.

If ordinary people complain that I speak too much of myself, I complain that they do not even think of themselves.

Glory and repose are things that cannot possibly inhabit in one and the same place.

It makes me hate accepting things that are probable when they are held up before me as infallibly true. I prefer these words which tone down and modify the hastiness of our propositions: "Perhaps, In some sort, Some, They say, I think," and the like.

The body enjoys a great share in our being, and has an eminent place in it. Its structure and composition, therefore, are worthy of proper consideration.

I don't break the law* made for crooks, when I take away my own property - thus I am not obliged to conform to the law made for murderers when I deprive myself of my own life.