Under every deep a lower deep opens.

Nature will not be Buddhist: she resents generalizing, and insults the philosopher in every moment with a million fresh particulars.

Do not craze yourself with thinking, but go about your business anywhere.

You have just dined, and however scrupulously the slaughterhouse is concealed in the graceful distance of miles, there is complicity.

A forte always makes a foible.

This book of Montaigne the world has endorsed by translating it into all tongues.

Nothing is dead: men feign themselves dead, and endure mock funerals and mournful obituaries, and there they stand looking out ofthe window, sound and well, in some new and strange disguise.