If We Resist Our Passions, It Is

Too Great Refinement Is False Delicacy, And True Delicacy Is Solid Refinement.

Happy People Rarely Correct Their Faults; They Consider Themselves Vindicated, Since Fortune Endorses Their Evil Ways.

Those Who Occupy Their Minds With Small Matters, Generally Become Incapable Of Greatness.

Youth Is A Perpetual Intoxication; It Is A Fever Of The Mind.

There Are A Great Many Simpletons Who Know Themselves To Be So, And Who Make A Very Cunning Use Of Their Own Simplicity.