There is no cure for narrowness of mind.
Nothing is to be feared but fear itself. Nothing grievous but to yield to grief.
The human understanding is like a false mirror, which, receiving rays irregularly, distorts and discolors the nature of things by mingling its own nature with it.
Things alter for the worse spontaneously, if they be not altered for the better designedly.
It is a sad fate for a man to die too well known to everybody else, and still unknown to himself.
Lies are sufficient to breed opinion, and opinion brings on substance.
To suffering there is a limit; to fearing, none.
Safety is all well and good: I prefer freedom.
Now that I've seen her, I can't stop seeing her.
A life-whether seamstress or poet, farmer or king-is measured not by length, but by the worth of its deeds, and the power of its dreams.
There is no such thing as a false idea.