Among the liberal arts, let us begin with the art that liberates us.
Fie on the eloquence that leaves us craving itself, not things!
Virtue shuns ease as a companion. It demands a rough and thorny path.
Fortune, to show us her power in all things, and to abate our presumption, seeing she could not make fools wise, has made them fortunate.
All permanent decisions are made in a temporary state of mind.
We imagine much more appropriately an artisan on his toilet seat or on his wife than a great president, venerable by his demeanorand his ability. It seems to us that they do not stoop from their lofty thrones even to live.