There are some defeats more triumphant than victories.

The share we have in the knowledge of truth, such as it is, has not been acquired by our own powers. God has taught ushis wonderful secrets; our faith is not of our acquiring, it is purely the gift of another's bounty.

We feel a kind of bittersweet pricking of malicious delight in contemplating the misfortunes of others.

Ambition sufficiently plagues her proselytes, by keeping themselves always in show, like the statue of a public place.

The memory represents to us not what we choose but what it pleases.

A man should keep for himself a little back shop, all his own, quite unadulterated, in which he establishes his true freedom and chief place of seclusion and solitude.

And truly Philosophy is but sophisticated poetry. Whence do those ancient writers derive all their authority but from the poets?