I look upon the too good opinion that man has of himself, as the nursing mother of all false opinions, both public and private.
He loves little who loves by rule.
He whose mouth is out of taste says the wine is flat.
There never were, in the world, two opinions alike, no more than two hairs, or two grains; the most universal quality is diversity.
Lying is a terrible vice, it testifies that one despises God, but fears men.
But sure there is need of other remedies than dreaming, a weak contention of art against nature.