Every place swarms with commentaries; of authors there is great scarcity.

Other people do not see you at all, but guess at you by uncertain conjectures.

We are all of us richer than we think we are; but we are taught to borrow and to beg, and brought up more to make use of what is another's than of our own.

I speak the truth, not my fill of it, but as much as I dare speak; and I dare to do so a little more as I grow old.

And if nobody reads me, shall I have wasted my time, when I have beguiled so many idle hours with such pleasant and profitable reflections?

I want death to find me planting my cabbages.

We perceive no charms that are not sharpened, puffed out, and inflated by artifice. Those which glide along naturally and simply easily escape a sight so gross as ours.