I do not portray the thing in itself. I portray the passage; not a passing from one age to another, or, as the people put it, from seven years to seven years, but from day to day, from minute to minute.

Even from their infancy we frame them to the sports of love: their instruction, behavior, attire, grace, learning and all their words azimuth only at love, respects only affection. Their nurses and their keepers imprint no other thing in them.

Arts and sciences are not cast in a mould, but are found and perfected by degrees, by often handling and polishing.

My appetite comes to me while eating.

We should be similarly wary of accepting common opinions; we should judge them by the ways of reason not by popular vote.

It is not without good reason, that he who has not a good memory should never take upon him the trade of lying.

To behave rightly, we ourselves should never lay a hand on our servants as long as our anger lasts. Things will seem different to us when we have quieted and cooled down.