A Letter Does Not Blush.

Hours And Days And Months And Years Go By; The Past Returns No More, And What Is To Be We Cannot Know; But Whatever The Time Gives Us In Which We Live, We Should Therefore Be Content.

Law Is The Highest Reason Implanted In Nature, Which Commands What Ought To Be Done And Forbids The Opposite.

Wisdom Often Exists Under A Shabby Coat.

It Is The Peculiar Quality Of A Fool To Perceive The Faults Of Others And To Forget His Own.

No Sensible Man (among The Many Things That Have Been Written On This Kind) Ever Imputed Inconsistency To Another For Changing His Mind. [lat., Nemo Doctus Unquam (multa Autem De Hoc Genere Scripta Sunt) Mutationem Consili Inconstantiam Dixit Esse.]