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

Socrates, who was a perfect model in all great qualities, ... hit on a body and face so ugly and so incongruous with the beauty of his soul, he who was so madly in love with beauty.

The study of books is a drowsy and feeble exercise which does not warm you up.

In my youth I studied for ostentation; later, a little to gain wisdom; now, for recreation; never for gain.

There is no course of life so weak and sottish as that which is managed by order, method, and discipline.

God sends the cold according to the coat.

When I play with my cat, who knows whether I do not make her more sport than she makes me?