We early arrive at the great discovery that there is one mind common to all individual men: that what is individual is less than what is universalthat error, vice and disease have their seat in the superficial or individual nature.
We do what we must, and call it by the best names.
Our thinking is a pious reception.
Each man reserves to himself alone the right of being tedious.
Everything in our world, even a drop of dew, is a microcosm of the universe.
Every violation of truth is not only a sort of suicide in the liar, but is a stab at the health of human society.