Of All Thieves, Fools Are

Ill-humor Is Nothing More Than An Inward Feeling Of Our Own Want Of Merit, A Dissatisfaction With Ourselves Which Is Always United With An Envy That Foolish Vanity Excites.

Time Itself Is An Element.

Passions Are Vices Or Virtues To Their Highest Powers.

Whoever Strenuously Endeavors, Him We Can Rescue.

All Sects Seem To Me To Be Right In What They Assert, And Wrong In What They Deny.