Rivers Are Roads Which Move,

Time Heals Griefs And Quarrels, For We Change And Are No Longer The Same Persons. Neither The Offender Nor The Offended Are Any More Themselves.

To Ridicule Philosophy Is Really To Philosophize.

I Maintain That, If Everyone Knew What Others Said About Him, There Would Not Be Four Friends In The World.

It Is Not In Montaigne, But In Myself, That I Find All That I See In Him.

Who Dispenses Reputation? Who Makes Us Respect And Revere Persons, Works, Laws, The Great? Who But This Faculty Of Imagination? All The Riches Of The Earth Are Inadequate Without Its Approval.