Books Are A Languid Pleasure.

To Philosophize Is To Learn To Die.

Who Does Not In Some Sort Live To Others, Does Not Live Much To Himself.

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.

When I Quote Others I Do So In Order To Express My Own Ideas More Clearly.

This Very Rome That We Behold Deserves Our Love ...: The Only Common And Universal City.