No wind serves him who addresses his voyage to no certain port.

Ignorance is the softest pillow on which a man can rest his head.

If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.

When I play with my cat, who knows whether she is not amusing herself with me more than I with her.

I put forward formless and unresolved notions, as do those who publish doubtful questions to debate in the schools, not to establish the truth but to seek it.

Satiety comes of too frequent repetition; and he who will not give himself leisure to be thirsty can never find the true pleasure of drinking