If I can, I shall keep my death from saying anything that my life has not already said.

Whoever will imagine a perpetual confession of ignorance, a judgment without leaning or inclination, on any occasion whatever, hasa conception of Pyrrhonism.

Let us permit nature to have her way. She understands her business better than we do.

I leaf through books, I do not study them. What I retain of them is something I no longer recognize as anyone else's.

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

We have so much ill fortune as inconstancy, or so much bad purpose as folly, we are not so full of evil as we are of inanity; we are not so wretched as we are base

The soul that has no established aim loses itself