I turn my gaze inward. I fix it there and keep it busy. I look inside myself. I continually observe myself.

The same reason that makes us chide and brawl and fall out with any of our neighbors, causeth a war to follow between Princes.

I do not believe, from what I have been told about this people, that there is anything barbarous or savage about them, except that we all call barbarous anything that is contrary to our own habits.

I want death to find me planting my cabbages, but careless of death, and still more of my unfinished garden.

... whoever believes anything esteems that it is a work of charity to persuade another of it.

Kings and philosophers defecate, and so do ladies.

The common notions that we find in credit around us and infused into our souls by our fathers' seed, these seem to be the universal and natural ones. Whence it comes to pass that what is off the hinges of custom, people believe to be off the hinges of reason.