Almost The Whole Of History Is But

What One Knows Best Is ... What One Has Learned Not From Books But As A Result Of Books, Through The Reflections To Which They Have Given Rise.

There Is A Melancholy That Stems From Greatness

Nature In Causing Reason And The Passions To Be Born At One And The Same Time Apparently Wished By The Latter Gift To Distract Man From The Evil She Had Done Him By The Former, And By Only Permitting Him To Live For A Few Years After The Loss Of His Passions Seems To Show Her Pity By Early Deliverance From A Life That Reduces Him To Reason As His Sole Resource.

All Passions Are Exaggerated, Otherwise They Would Not Be Passions.

It Is Inconceivable How Much Wit It Requires To Avoid Being Ridiculous.