There Is Not Much Less Vexation In

He Who Fears He Will Suffer, Already Suffers From His Fear.

To Philosophize Is To Doubt.

The Laws Of Conscience, Which We Pretend To Be Derived From Nature, Proceed From Custom.

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.

Vice Leaves Repentance In The Soul, Like An Ulcer In The Flesh, Which Is Always Scratching And Lacerating Itself; For Reason Effaces All Other Griefs And Sorrows, But It Begets That Of Repentance.