The Trust That We Put

The Caprice Of Our Temper Is Even More Whimsical Than That Of Fortune.

Hope, Deceiving As It Is, Serves At Least To Lead Us To The End Of Our Lives By An Agreeable Route.

In The Human Heart New Passions Are Forever Being Born; The Overthrow Of One Almost Always Means The Rise Of Another.

As The Great Ones Of This World Are Unable To Bestow Health Of Body Or Peace Of Mind, We Always Pay Too High A Price For Any Good They Can Do.

We Are Lazier In Our Minds Than In Our Bodies.