Love has reasons which reason cannot understand.
Noble deeds that are concealed are most esteemed.
Can anything be stupider than that a man has the right to kill me because he lives on the other side of a river and his ruler has a quarrel with mine, though I have not quarrelled with him?
Since we cannot know all that there is to be known about anything, we ought to know a little about everything.
Imagination disposes of everything; it creates beauty, justice, and happiness, which are everything in this world.