He loves little who loves by rule.
The study of books is a drowsy and feeble exercise which does not warm you up.
It is fear that I stand most in fear of, in sharpness it exceeds every other feeling.
I have never seen a greater monster or miracle in the world than myself.
Virtue rejects facility to be her companion. She requires a craggy, rough and thorny way.
There are as many and innumerable degrees of wit, as there are cubits between this and heaven.