All general judgments are loose and imperfect

When I play with my cat, who knows whether I do not make her more sport than she makes me?

And if nobody reads me, shall I have wasted my time, when I have beguiled so many idle hours with such pleasant and profitable reflections?

This very Rome that we behold deserves our love ...: the only common and universal city.

Ignorance is the softest pillow on which a man can rest his head.

Example is a bright looking-glass, universal and for all shapes to look into.

Is it reasonable that even the arts should take advantage of and profit by our natural stupidity and feebleness of mind?