Mental pleasure are never cloy; unlike those of the body, they are increased by repetition, approved by reflection, and strengthened by enjoyment.
Iteration, like friction, is likely to generate heat instead of progress.
Like warmed-up cabbage served at each repast, The repetition kills the wretch at last.
Repetition is the reality and the seriousness of life.
There is no absurdity so palpable but that it may be firmly planted in the human head if you only begin to inculcate it before the age of five, by constantly repeating it with an air of great solemnity.
The reason lightning doesn't strike twice in the same place is that the same place isn't there the second time.