Moral qualities rule the world, but at short distances the senses are despotic.

Beware when the great God lets loose a thinker on this planet. Then all things are at risk. It is as when a conflagration has broken out in a great city, and no man knows what is safe, or where it will end.

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

The young men were born with knives in their brain, a tendency to introversion, self-dissection, anatomizing of motives.

Every really able man, in whatever direction he works - a man of large affairs, an inventor, a statesman, an orator, a poet, a painter - if you talk sincerely with him, considers his work, however much admired, as far short of what it should be. What is this Better, this flying Ideal, but the perpetual promise of his Creator?

It is impossible for a man to be cheated by anyone but himself.

The eyes of men converse as much as their tongues.