Prejudice Is The Child Of Ignorance.

You Know More Of A Road By Having Traveled It Than By All The Conjectures And Descriptions In The World.

Language, If It Throws A Veil Over Our Ideas, Adds A Softness And Refinement To Them, Like That Which The Atmosphere Gives To Naked Objects.

Genius Only Leaves Behind It The Monuments Of Its Strength.

He Is A Hypocrite Who Professes What He Does Not Believe; Not He Who Does Not Practice All He Wishes Or Approves.

I Am Always Afraid Of A Fool. One Cannot Be Sure That He Is Not A Knave As Well.