Love is like playing the piano. First you must learn to play by the rules, then you must forget the rules and play from your heart. If I were pressed to say why I loved him, I feel that my only reply could be: Because it was he, because it was I.

And therefore, Reader, I myself am the subject of my book: it is not reasonable that you should employ your leisure on a topic so frivolous and so vain. Therefore, Farewell.

Truly man is a marvelously vain, diverse, and undulating object. It is hard to found any constant and uniform judgment on him.

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

Cowardice is the mother of cruelty.

All other knowledge is hurtful to him who has not honesty and good-nature

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