Thought constitutes the greatness of man. Man is a reed, the most feeble thing in nature, but he is a thinking reed.

Man is but a reed, the weakest in nature, but he is a thinking reed.

Eloquence is painted thought, and thus those who, after having painted it, add somewhat more, make a picture, not a portrait.

Our intellect holds the same position in the world of thought as our body occupies in the expanse of nature.

The last thing one knows when writing a book is what to put first.