When I play with my cat, who knows whether she is not amusing herself with me more than I with her.

I have here only made a nosegay of culled flowers, and have brought nothing of my own but the thread that tied them together.

We are nearer neighbors to ourselves than the whiteness of snow or the weight of stones are to us: if man does not know himself, how should he know his functions and powers?

To honor him whom we have made is far from honoring him that hath made us.

There are few things on which we can pass a sincere judgement, because there are few things in which we have not, in one way or another, a particular interest.

Rash and incessant scolding runs into custom and renders itself despised.

Socrates thought and so do I that the wisest theory about the gods is no theory at all.