The births of all things are weak and tender and therefore we should have our eyes intent on beginnings.

Is there anything so grave and serious as an ass?

Every day I hear stupid people say things that are not stupid.

The easy, gentle, and sloping path . . . is not the path of true virtue. It demands a rough and thorny road.

But the touch or company of any man whatsoever stirreth up their heat, which in their solitude was hushed and quiet, and lay as cinders raked up in ashes.

Judgement holds in me a magisterial seat, at least it carefully tries to. It lets my feelings go their way, both hatred and friendship, even the friendship I bear myself, without being changed and corrupted by them.

All opinions in the world agree in this, that pleasure is our end, although they differ as to the means of attaining it.