When I dance, I dance; when I sleep, I sleep; yes, and when I walk alone in a beautiful orchard, if my thoughts drift to far-off matters for some part of the time for some other part I lead them back again to the walk, the orchard, to the sweetness of this solitude, to myself.
When I am attacked by gloomy thoughts, nothing helps me so much as running to my books. They quickly absorb me and banish the clouds from my mind.
When a man is commonplace in discussion yet valued for what he writes that shows that his talents lie in his borrowed sources not in himself.
There is no desire more natural than the desire for knowledge.
There is no conversation more boring than the one where everybody agrees.
There is more ado to interpret interpretations than to interpret things, and more books upon books than upon any other subject; we do nothing but comment upon one another. Every place swarms with commentaries; of authors there is great scarcity.
There is a sort of gratification in doing good which makes us rejoice in ourselves.
There are some defeats more triumphant than victories.
There are no truths, only moments of claryty passing for answers.