There are no truths, only moments of claryty passing for answers.

The relish of good and evil depends in a great measure upon the opinion we have of them.

Shame on all eloquence which leaves us with a taste for itself and not for its substance.

It is an injustice that an old, broken, half-dead father should enjoy alone, in a corner of his hearth, possessions that would suffice for the advancement and maintenance of many children.

Fortune does us neither good nor hurt; she only presents us the matter, and the seed, which our soul, more powerfully than she, turns and applies as she best pleases; being the sole cause and sovereign mistress of her own happy or unhappy condition.

I would rather be an expert on me than on Cicero

Let [children] be able to do all things, and love to do only the good.