We are never present with, but always beyond ourselves; fear, desire, hope, still push us on toward the future.

God defend me from being an honest man according to the description which every day I see made by each man to his own glorification

There are as many and innumerable degrees of wit, as there are cubits between this and heaven.

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

Truly man is a marvelously vain, diverse, and undulating object. It is hard to found any constant and uniform judgment on him.

I never met a man who thought his thinking was faulty.

Natural inclinations are assisted and reinforced by education, but they are hardly ever altered or overcome.