To smell, though well, is to stink.

It is not reasonable that art should win the place of honor over our great and powerful mother Nature. We have so overloaded the beauty and richness of her works by our inventions that we have quite smothered her.

Why dost thou complain of this world? It detains thee not; thy own cowardice is the cause, if thou livest in pain.

There is no so wretched and coarse a soul wherein some particular faculty is not seen to shine.

No two men ever judged alike of the same thing, and it is impossible to find two opinions exactly similar, not only in different men but in the same men at different times.

I am disgusted with innovation, in whatever guise, and with reason, for I have seen very harmful effects of it.

To make a crooked stick straight, we bend it the contrary way.