He is a hard man who is only just, and a sad one who is only wise.
We offer up prayers to god only because we have made him after our own image. We treat him like a pasha, or a sultan, who is capable of being exasperated and appeased.
There is an astonishing imagination, even in the science of mathematics.
The perfect is the enemy of the good.
Injustice in the end produces independence.
It is with books as with the fires of our grates, everybody borrows a light from his neighbor to kindle his own, which in turn is communicated to others, and each partakes of all.