A man who tries to surpass another may perhaps succeed in equaling inot actually surpassing him, but one who merely follows can never quite come up with him: a follower, necessarily, is always behind.

Nothing can be pleasing which is not also becoming.

The learned understand the reason of art; the unlearned feel the pleasure.

Our minds are like our stomaches; they are whetted by the change of their food, and variety supplies both with fresh appetite.

For it would have been better that man should have been born dumb, nay, void of all reason, rather than that he should employ the gifts of Providence to the destruction of his neighbor.

We excuse our sloth under the pretext of difficulty.

Medicine for the dead is too late