Chance gives rise to thoughts, and chance removes them; no art can keep or acquire them.

Justice and truth are too such subtle points that our tools are too blunt to touch them accurately.

We view things not only from different sides, but with different eyes; we have no wish to find them alike.

Truly it is an evil to be full of faults; but it is a still greater evil to be full of them and to be unwilling to recognize them, since that is to add the further fault of a voluntary illusion.

As men are not able to fight against death, misery, ignorance, they have taken it into their heads, in order to be happy, not to think of them at all.

There are some who speak well and write badly. For the place and the audience warm them, and draw from their minds more than they think of without that warmth.