It is not my deeds that I write down, it is myself, my essence.

And therefore, Reader, I myself am the subject of my book: it is not reasonable that you should employ your leisure on a topic so frivolous and so vain. Therefore, Farewell.

Let us a little permit nature to take her own way; she better understands her own affairs than we.

There is the name and the thing; the name is a sound which sets a mark on and denotes the thing. The name is no part of the thing nor of the substance; it is an extraneous piece added to the thing, and outside of it.

In my youth I studied for ostentation; later, a little to gain wisdom; now, for recreation; never for gain.

Let us permit nature to have her way. She understands her business better than we do.

What kind of truth is this which is true on one side of a mountain and false on the other?