It Is Better To Debate A Question

I Do Not Call Reason That Brutal Reason Which Crushes With Its Weight What Is Holy And Sacred, That Malignant Reason Which Delights In The Errors It Succeeds In Discovering, That Unfeeling And Scornful Reason Which Insults Credulity.

Words, Like Glass, Obscure When They Do Not Aid Vision.

Old Age Takes From The Man Of Intellect No Qualities Save Those That Are Useless To Wisdom.

Maxims Are To The Intellect What Laws Are To Actions; They Do Not Enlighten, But They Guide And Direct, And, Although Themselves Blind, Are Protective.

We Disjoint The Mind Like The Body.