Almost all the opinions we have are taken on authority and on credit.
Those who have compared our life to a dream were right... we were sleeping wake, and waking sleep.
And obstinacy is the sister of constancy, at least in vigour and stability.
What kind of truth is it which has these mountains as its boundary and is a lie beyond them?
Praise is always pleasing, let it come from whom, or upon what account it will.
Disappointment and feebleness imprint upon us a cowardly and valetudinarian virtue.