My life's dream has been a perpetual nightmare.
Our labour preserves us from three great evils -- weariness, vice, and want.
Satire lies about literary men while they live and eulogy lies about them when they die.
The rude beginnings of every art acquire a greater celebrity than the art in perfection; he who first played the fiddle was looked upon as a demigod.
No problem can withstand the assault of sustained thinking.
I read these words which are the sum of all moral philosophy, and which cut short all the disputes of the casuists: When in doubt if an action is good or bad, refrain.