I determine nothing; I do not comprehend things; I suspend judgment; I examine.

Amongst all other vices there is none I hate more than cruelty, both by nature and judgment, as the extremest of all vices.

It is a thorny undertaking, and more so than it seems, to follow a movement so wandering as that of our mind, to penetrate the opaque depths of its innermost folds, to pick out and immobilize the innumerable flutterings that agitate it.

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

We may so seize on virtue, that if we embrace it with an overgreedy and violent desire, it may become vicious.

Who does not in some sort live to others, does not live much to himself.

Adrian, the Emperor, exclaimed incessantly, when dying, "That the crowd of physicians had killed him."