We find our energies are actually cramped when we are overanxious to succeed.

I was not long since in a company where I was not who of my fraternity brought news of a kind of pills, by true account, composed of a hundred and odd several ingredients; whereat we laughed very heartily, and made ourselves good sport; for what rock so hard were able to resist the shock or withstand the force of so thick and numerous a battery?

Their [the Skeptics'] way of speaking is: "I settle nothing. . . . I do not understand it. . . . Nothing seems true that may not seem false." Their sacramental word is . . . , which is to say, I suspend my judgment.

I am one of those who hold that poetry is never so blithe as in a wanton and irregular subject.

It is not necessity but abundance which produces greed.

Men are tormented by the opinions they have of things, and not the things themselves.

Wisdom has its excesses, and has no less need of moderation than folly.