The philosopher who would fain extinguish his passions resembles the chemist who would like to let his furnace go out.

All passions are exaggerated, otherwise they would not be passions.

Though we best know and cannot deny our imperfections, it is not for us to lose our self-reliance and true manhood.

Thought consoles us for all, and heals all. If at times it does you ill, ask it for the remedy for that ill and it will give it to you.

Most of those who make collections of verse or epigram are like men eating cherries or oysters: they choose out the best at first, and end by eating all.

Society would be a charming affair if we were only interested in one another.

The philosopher who would fain extinguish his passions resembles the chemist who would like to let his furnace go out.