A Wise Man Never Loses Anything, If

Behold The Hands, How They Promise, Conjure, Appeal, Menace, Pray, Supplicate, Refuse, Beckon, Interrogate, Admire, Confess, Cringe, Instruct, Command, Mock And What Not Besides, With A Variation And Multiplication Of Variation Which Makes The Tongue Envious.

The Public Weal Requires That Men Should Betray, And Lie, And Massacre.

Authors Communicate With The People By Some Special Extrinsic Mark; I Am The First To Do So By My Entire Being, As Michel De Montaigne.

Nothing Prints More Lively In Our Minds Than Something We Wish To Forget.

I Had Rather Complain Of Ill-fortune Than Be Ashamed Of Victory.