To Make A Crooked Stick

The Worth Of The Mind Consisteth Not In Going High, But In Marching Orderly.

We Must Learn To Suffer What We Cannot Evade.

He That Is A Friend To Himself, Know; He Is A Friend To All.

There Are Few Things On Which We Can Pass A Sincere Judgement, Because There Are Few Things In Which We Have Not, In One Way Or Another, A Particular Interest.

And Truly Philosophy Is But Sophisticated Poetry. Whence Do Those Ancient Writers Derive All Their Authority But From The Poets?