Knowledge is only one half. Faith is the other.
Character is a wish for a perfect education.
A certain degree of solitude seems necessary to the full growth and spread of the highest mind; and therefore must a very extensive intercourse with men stifle many a holy germ, and scare away the gods, who shun the restless tumult of noisy companies and the discussion of petty interests.
Hypotheses are nets: only he who casts will catch.
In cheerful souls there is no wit. Wit shows a disturbance of the equipoise.
Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason.