A great licentiousness treads on the heels of a reformation.

If I quake, what matters it what I quake at? Our proper vice takes form in one or another shape, according to the sex, age, or temperament of the person, and, if we are capable of fear, will readily find terrors.

Life wastes itself whilst we are preparing to live.

As soon as a child has left the room his strewn toys become affecting.

Infancy conforms to nobody: all conform to it, so that one babe commonly makes four or five out of the adults who prattle and play to it.

If you put a chain around the neck of a slave, the other end fastens itself around your own.

Its the not the Destination, It's the journey.