The Bad Gives Rise To The Good,

You Live As If You Were Destined To Live Forever, No Thought Of Your Frailty Ever Enters Your Head, Of How Much Time Has Already Gone By You Take No Heed. You Squander Time As If You Drew From A Full And Abundant Supply, So All The While That Day Which You Bestow On Some Person Or Thing Is Perhaps Your Last. You Have All The Fears Of Mortals And All The Desires Of Immortals… What Foolish Forgetfulness Of Mortality To Defer Wise Resolutions To The Fiftieth Or Sixtieth Year, And To Intend To Begin Life At A Point To Which Few Have Attained.

Il Ne Faut Point Donner D'esprit A' Ses Personnages; Mais Savoir Les Placer Dans Des Circonstances Qui Leur En Donnent. You Should Not Give Wit To Your Characters, But Know Instead How To Put Them In Situations Which Will Make Them Witty.

Gratitude Is A Burden, And Every Burden Is Made To Be Shaken Off.

The Philosopher Forms His Principles On An Infinity Of Particular Observations. He Does Not Confuse Truth With Plausibility, He Takes For Truth What Is True, For False What Is False, For Doubtful What Is Doubtful, And Probable What Is Probable. The Philosophical Spirit Is Thus A Spirit Of Observation And Accuracy.

A Nation Which Thinks That It Is Belief In God And Not Good Law Which Makes People Honest Does Not Seem To Me Very Advanced.