A strong imagination begetteth opportunity.
He who fears he will suffer, already suffers from his fear.
I do not understand; I pause; I examine.
Judgement holds in me a magisterial seat, at least it carefully tries to. It lets my feelings go their way, both hatred and friendship, even the friendship I bear myself, without being changed and corrupted by them.
I find that the best virtue I have has in it some tincture of vice.
It is a small soul, buried beneath the weight of affairs, that does not know how to get clean away from them, that cannot put them aside and pick them up again.