We only labor to stuff the memory, and leave the conscience and the understanding unfurnished and void.

We every day and every hour say things of another that we might more properly say of ourselves, could we but apply our observations to our own concerns.

The land of marriage has this peculiarity: that strangers are desirous of inhabiting it, while its natural inhabitants would willingly be banished from thence.

Now, since our condition accommodates things to itself, and transforms them according to itself, we no longer know things in their reality; for nothing comes to us that is not altered and falsified by our Senses. When the compass, the square, and the rule are untrue, all the calculations drawn from them, all the buildings erected by their measure, are of necessity also defective and out of plumb. The uncertainty of our senses renders uncertain everything that they produce.

A man should keep for himself a little back shop, all his own, quite unadulterated, in which he establishes his true freedom and chief place of seclusion and solitude.

Every movement reveals us.

Whether the events in our life are good or bad, greatly depends on the way we perceive them.