To smell, though well, is to stink.

All the world knows me in my book, and my book in me.

But sure there is need of other remedies than dreaming, a weak contention of art against nature.

We should rather examine, who is better learned, than who is more learned.

We every day and every hour say things of another that we might more properly say of ourselves, could we but apply our observations to our own concerns.

Stubborn and ardent clinging to one's opinion is the best proof of stupidity.

There are truths on this side of the Pyrenees which are falsehoods on the other