There is some shadow of delight and delicacy which smiles upon and flatters us even in the very lap of melancholy.

I would rather be an expert on me than on Cicero

Disappointment and feebleness imprint upon us a cowardly and valetudinarian virtue.

I will follow the right side even to the fire, but excluding the fire if I can.

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

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

We need to interpret interpretations more than to interpret things.