We have no participation in Being, because all human nature is ever midway between being born and dying, giving off only a vague image and shadow of itself, and a weak and uncertain opinion. And if you chance to fix your thoughts on trying to grasp its essence, it would be neither more nor less than if your tried to clutch water.

There is no desire more natural than the desire of knowledge. (Il n'est desir plus naturel que le desir de connaissance)

Habituation puts to sleep the eye of our judgment.

The most certain sign of wisdom is a continual cheerfulness; her state is like that of things in the regions above the moon, always clear and serene.

Scratching is one of nature's sweetest gratifications, and nearest at hand.

If by being overstudious, we impair our health and spoil our good humor, let us give it up.

No wind favors he who has no destined port.