Reason has so many forms that we do not know which to choose-Experiment has no fewer.

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.

He that is a friend to himself, know; he is a friend to all.

The same reason that makes us chide and brawl and fall out with any of our neighbors, causeth a war to follow between Princes.

Let us a little permit nature to take her own way; she better understands her own affairs than we.

There is a sort of gratification in doing good which makes us rejoice in ourselves.

I turn my gaze inward. I fix it there and keep it busy. I look inside myself. I continually observe myself.