A wise man is out of the reach of fortune.

We censure others but as they disagree from that humor which we fancy laudable in ourselves, and commend others but for that wherein they seem to quadrate and consent with us.

What then is the wisdom of the times called old? Is it the wisdom of gray hairs? No. It is the wisdom of the cradle.

I have tried if I could reach that great resolution . . . to be honest without a thought of Heaven or Hell.

Therefore for Spirits, I am so far from denying their existence that I could easily believe, that not only whole Countries, but particular persons, have their Tutelary and Guardian Angels.

The man without a navel still lives in me.

Charity begins at home, is the voice of the world.