Once conform, once do what others do because they do it, and a kind of lethargy steals over all the finer senses of the soul.

We are more unhappy to see people ahead of us than happy to see people behind us.

What kind of truth is it which has these mountains as its boundary and is a lie beyond them?

One should be ever booted and spurred and ready to depart.

I would rather be an expert on me than on Cicero

If people must be talking about me, I would have it to be truthfully and justly. I would willingly return from the next world to contradict any person who described me other than I was, although he did it to honour me.

Oh, what a valiant faculty is hope.