Nothing Is Miserable But What

Who Would Give A Law To Lovers? Love Is Unto Itself A Higher Law.

Wretched Men Cringe Before Tyrants Who Have No Power, The Victims Of Their Trivial Hopes And Fears. They Do Not Realise That Anger Is Hopeless, Fear Is Pointless And Desire All A Delusion. He Whose Heart Is Fickle Is Not His Own Master, Has Thrown Away His Shield, Deserted His Post, And He Forges The Links Of The Chain That Holds Him.

The Science Of Numbers Ought To Be Preferred As An Acquisition Before All Others, Because Of Its Necessity And Because Of The Great Secrets And Other Mysteries Which There Are In The Properties Of Numbers. All Sciences Partake Of It, And It Has Need Of None.

For In Every Ill-turn Of Fortune The Most Unhappy Sort Of Unfortunate Man Is The One Who Has Been Happy

In Omni Adversitate Fortunæ, Infelicissimum Genus Est Infortunii Fuisse Felicem In Every Adversity Of Fortune, To Have Been Happy Is The Most Unhappy Kind Of Misfortune.