Indolence Is The Sleep Of The Mind.

Every Thought Is New When An Author Expresses It In A Manner Peculiar To Himself.

Our Actions Are Neither So Good Nor So Evil As Our Impulses.

The Young Suffer Less From Their Own Errors Than From The Cautiousness Of The Old.

We Discover In Ourselves What Others Hide From Us And We Recognize In Others What We Hide From Ourselves.

I Do Not Approve The Maxim Which Desires A Man To Know A Little Of Everything. Superficial Knowledge, Knowledge Without Principles, Is Almost Always Useless And Sometimes Harmful Knowledge.