To Speak Less Of Oneself Than What

Nature Has, Herself, I Fear, Imprinted In Man A Kind Of Instinct To Inhumanity.

Poverty Of Goods Is Easily Cured; Poverty Of Soul, Impossible.

Oh Senseless Man, Who Cannot Possibly Make A Worm Or A Flea And Yet Will Create Gods By The Dozen!

Princes Give Mee Sufficiently, If They Take Nothing From Me, And Doe Me Much Good, If They Doe Me No Hurt: It Is All I Require Of Them.

We Do Not Marry For Ourselves, Whatever We Say; We Marry Just As Much Or More For Our Posterity, For Our Family. The Practice And Benefit Of Marriage Concerns Our Race Very Far Beyond Us.