The beauty of stature is the only beauty of men.

It is not reasonable that art should win the place of honor over our great and powerful mother Nature. We have so overloaded the beauty and richness of her works by our inventions that we have quite smothered her.

When all is summed up, a man never speaks of himself without loss; his accusations of himself are always believed; his praises never.

I see this evident, that we willingly accord to piety only the services that flatter our passions.

I listen with attention to the judgment of all men; but so far as I can remember, I have followed none but my own.

As far as I am concerned, no road that would lead us to health is either arduous or expensive.

We are never present with, but always beyond ourselves; fear, desire, hope, still push us on toward the future.