The Thought Of Death Deceives

The Mind Reaches Great Heights Only By Spurts.

Servitude Debases Men To The Point Where They End Up Liking It.

If Our Friends Do Us A Service, We Think They Owe It To Us By Their Title Of Friend. We Never Think That They Do Not Owe Us Their Friendship.

The Conscience Of The Dying Belies Their Life.

A Liar Is A Man Who Does Now Know How To Deceive, A Flatterer One Who Only Deceives Fools: He Who Knows How To Make Skilful Use Of The Truth, And Understands Its Eloquence, Can Alone Pride Himself In Cleverness.