“All is a-swarm with commentaries; of authors there is a dearth.”
“It is a small soul, buried beneath the weight of affairs, that does not know how to get clean away from them, that cannot put them aside and pick them up again.”
“I had rather fashion my mind than furnish it.”
“I speak the truth, not so much as I would, but as much as I dare; and I dare a little more as I grow older.”
“My art and profession is to live.”
“Que sçais-je?" (What do I know?)”