It Is A Most Unhappy

Some Are So Uncharitable As To Think All Women Bad, And Others Are So Credulous As To Believe They Are All Good. All Will Grant Her Corporeal Frame More Wonderful And More Beautiful Than Man's. And Can We Think God Would Put A Worse Soul Into A Better Body?

The Boundary Of Man Is Moderation. When Once We Pass That Pale Our Guardian Angel Quits His Charge Of Us.

Vice Is A Peripatetic, Always In Progression.

There Is No One Subsists By Himself Alone.

Discontents Are Sometimes The Better Part Of Our Life. I Know Not Well Which Is The Most Useful; Joy I May Choose For Pleasure, But Adversities Are The Best For Profit; And Sometimes Those Do So Far Help Me, As I Should, Without Them, Want Much Of The Joy I Have.