Among the liberal arts, let us begin with the art that liberates us.

Difficulty is a coin the learned make use of like jugglers, to conceal the inanity of their art.

Every movement reveals us.

There is more ado to interpret interpretations than to interpret things, and more books upon books than upon any other subject; we do nothing but comment upon one another. Every place swarms with commentaries; of authors there is great scarcity.

Every one is well or ill at ease, according as he finds himself! not he whom the world believes, but he who believes himself to be so, is content; and in him alone belief gives itself being and reality

The study of books is a drowsy and feeble exercise which does not warm you up.

He who fears he will suffer, already suffers from his fear.