Diogenes was asked what wine he liked best; and he answered as I would have done when he said, "Somebody else's".

To smell, though well, is to stink.

If to take up books were to take them in, and if to see them were to consider them, and to run through them were to grasp them, I should be wrong to make myself out quite as ignorant as I say I am.

We are nothing but ceremony; ceremony carries us away, and we leave the substance of things; we hang on to the branches and abandon the trunk and body.

Ambition is not a vice of little people.

Is there a polity better ordered, the offices better distributed, and more inviolably observed and maintained, than that of bees?

It is only certain that there is nothing certain, and that nothing is more miserable or more proud than man.