It is an absolute perfection... to get the very most out of one's individuality.

Nature is a gentle guide, but not more sweet and gentle than prudent and just.

Tis the taste of effeminacy that disrelishes ordinary and accustomed things.

What kind of truth is this which is true on one side of a mountain and false on the other?

I am afraid that our eyes are bigger than our stomachs, and that we have more curiosity than understanding. We grasp at everything, but catch nothing except wind.

No spiritual mind remains within itself; it is always aspiring and going beyond its own strength.

The most unhappy and frail creatures are men and yet they are the proudest.