For truth itself does not have the privilege to be employed at any time and in every way; its use, noble as it is, has its circumscriptions and limits.
The finest souls are those that have the most variety and suppleness.
Kings and philosophers defecate, and so do ladies.
I know well what I am fleeing from but not what I am in search of.
Virtue can have naught to do with ease. . . . It craves a steep and thorny path.
I neither complain of the past, nor do I fear the future.