Philosophy is for the few.

If you wish in this world to advance your merits you're bound to enhance; you must stir it and stump it, and blow your own trumpet, or, trust me, you haven't a chance.

I am never, never, sick at sea. What never? No never! What never? Hardly ever.

O that the gods would bring to a miserable end such fictitious, crazy, deformed labours, with which the minds of the studious are blinded!

Humor is a drug which it's the fashion to abuse.

You have no idea what a poor opinion I have of myself and how little I deserve it.

The magnetic force is animate, or imitates a soul; in many respects it surpasses the human soul while it is united to an organic body.