We need to interpret interpretations more than to interpret things.

Men do not know the natural infirmity of their mind: it does nothing but ferret and quest, and keeps incessantly whirling around, building up and becoming entangled in its own work, like silkworms, and is suffocated in it. A mouse in a pitch barrel...thinks it notices from a distance some sort of glimmer of imaginary light and truth; but while running toward it, it is crossed by so many difficulties and obstacles, and diverted by so many new quests, that it strays from the road, bewildered.

In plain Truth, it is no Want, but rather Abundance that creates Avarice.

A father is very miserable who has no other hold on his children's affection than the need they have of his assistance, if that can be called affection.

It is for little souls, that truckle under the weight of affairs, not to know how clearly to disengage themselves, and not to know how to lay them aside and take them up again.

I have never known a greater miracle, or monster, than myself.

He who establishes his argument by noise and command shows that his reason is weak.