It would be easier to subjugate the entire universe through force than the minds of a single village.
The multiplicity of facts and writings is become so great that every thing must soon be reduced to extracts and dictionaries.
Only your friends steal your books.
Where there is friendship, there is our natural soil.
Satire lies about literary men while they live and eulogy lies about them when they die.
Once your faith persuades you to believe what your intelligence declares absurd, beware, lest you likewise sacrifice your reason in the conduct of your life.