No wind serves him who addresses his voyage to no certain port.

Amongst all other vices there is none I hate more than cruelty, both by nature and judgment, as the extremest of all vices.

I agree that we should work and prolong the functions of life as far as we can, and hope that Death may find me planting my cabbages, but indifferent to him and still more to the unfinished state of my garden.

There are some defeats more triumphant than victories.

Why dost thou complain of this world? It detains thee not; thy own cowardice is the cause, if thou livest in pain.

The least strained and most natural ways of the soul are the most beautiful; the best occupations are the least forced.

When I am attached by gloomy thoughts, nothing helps me so much as running to my books. They quickly absorb me and banish the clouds from my mind.