Books are a languid pleasure.

What kind of truth is this which is true on one side of a mountain and false on the other?

I have here only made a nosegay of culled flowers, and have brought nothing of my own but the thread that tied them together.

Pride and curiosity are the two scourges of our souls. The latter prompts us to poke our noses into everything, and the former forbids us to leave anything unresolved and undecided.

If your doctor does not think it good for you to sleep, to drink wine, or to eat of a particular dish, do not worry; I will find you another who will not agree with him.

Our truth of nowadays is not what is, but what others can be convinced of; just as we call "money" not only that which is legal, but also any counterfeit that will pass.

The conduct of our lives is the true mirror of our doctrine.