Nothing is pleasanter to me than exploring in a library.

He who brings ridicule to bear against truth finds in his hand a blade without a hilt. The most sparkling and pointed flame of wit flickers and expires against the incombustible walls of her sanctuary.

Moroseness is the evening of turbulence.

Truth, like the juice of the poppy, in small quantities, calms men; in larger, heats and irritates them, and is attended by fatal consequences in excess.

It appears to be among the laws of nature, that the mighty of intellect should be pursued and carped by the little, as the solitary flight of one great bird is followed by the twittering petulance of many smaller.

A true philosopher is beyond the reach of fortune.

A little praise is good for a shy temper; it teaches it to rely on the kindness of others.