The man is only half himself, the other half is his expression.

Though your views are in straight antagonism to theirs, assume an identity of sentiment, assume that you are saying precisely thatwhich all think, and in the flow of wit and love roll out your paradoxes in solid column, with not the infirmity of a doubt.

The hero sees that the event is ancillary: it must follow him.

In the right hands, literature is not resorted to as a consolation, and by the broken and decayed, but as a decalogue.

Then climate is a great impediment to idle persons; we often resolve to give up the care of the weather, but still we regard the clouds and the rain.

A man is a god in ruins.

Human society is made up of partialities. Each citizen has an interest and a view of his own, which, if followed out to the extreme, would leave no room for any other citizen.