To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.
The body is an instrument, the mind its function, the witness and reward of its operation.
Chaos is a name for any order that produces confusion in our minds.
The wisest mind has something yet to learn.
The human mind is not rich enough to drive many horses abreast and wants one general scheme, under which it strives to bring everything.
The mind of the Renaissance was not a pilgrim mind, but a sedentary city mind, like that of the ancients.