There is no passion so much transports the sincerity of judgment as doth anger

There is a plague on Man, the opinion that he knows something.

A well-bred man is always sociable and complaisant.

I aim here only at revealing myself, who will perhaps be different tomorrow, if I learn something new which changes me.

This idea is more surely understood by interrogation; WHAT DO I KNOW? which I bear as my motto with the emblem of a pair of scales.

A man who fears suffering is already suffering from what he fears.

For table-talk, I prefer the pleasant and witty before the learned and the grave; in bed, beauty before goodness.