She [virtue] requires a rough and stormy passage; she will have either outward difficulties to wrestle with,[775:5] . . . or internal difficulties.
Book ii. Chap. xi. Of Cruelty.
There is, nevertheless, a certain respect and a general duty of humanity that ties us, not only to beasts that have life and sense, but even to trees and plants.
Book ii. Chap. xi. Of Cruelty.
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Some impose upon the world that they believe that which they do not; others, more in number, make themselves believe that they believe, not being able to penetrate into what it is to believe.
Book ii. Chap. xii. Apology for Raimond Sebond.
When I play with my cat, who knows whether I do not make her more sport than she makes me?
Book ii. Chap. xii. Apology for Raimond Sebond.
'T is one and the same Nature that rolls on her course, and whoever has sufficiently considered the present state of things might certainly conclude as to both the future and the past.[776:1]