Light griefs do speak, while sorrow's tongue is bound.

Many discoveries are reserved for ages still to come . . . . Our universe is a sorry little affair unless it has in it something for every age to investigate.

The worse a person is the less he feels it.

That moderation which nature prescribes, which limits our desires by resources restricted to our needs, has abandoned the field; it has now come to this -- that to want only what is enough is a sign both of boorishness and of utter destitution.

He, who decides a case without hearing the other side, though he decides justly, cannot be considered just.

There is the need for someone against which our characters can measure themselves. Without a ruler, you won't make the crooked straight.

The most onerous slavery is to be a slave to oneself.