Pleasure Itself Is Painful At

What Kind Of Truth Is This Which Is True On One Side Of A Mountain And False On The Other?

Judgement Holds In Me A Magisterial Seat, At Least It Carefully Tries To. It Lets My Feelings Go Their Way, Both Hatred And Friendship, Even The Friendship I Bear Myself, Without Being Changed And Corrupted By Them.

The Dispersing And Scattering Our Names Into Many Mouths, We Call Making Them More Great.

Men Throw Themselves On Foreign Assistances To Spare Their Own, Which, After All, Are The Only Certain And Sufficient Ones.

Every Abridgement Of A Good Book Is A Fool Abridged.