We are all of us richer than we think we are.

A man may by custom fortify himself against pain, shame, and suchlike accidents; but as to death, we can experience it but once, and are all apprentices when we come to it

The souls of emperors and cobblers are cast in the same mould

But sure there is need of other remedies than dreaming, a weak contention of art against nature.

Why do people respect the package rather than the man?

I seek in books only to give myself pleasure by honest amusement; or if I study, I seek only the learning that treats of the knowledge of myself and instructs me in how to die well and live well.

I see several animals that live so entire and perfect a life, some without sight, others without hearing: who knows whether to us also one, two, or three, or many other senses, may not be wanting?