The World Is But A

The Laws Of Conscience, Which We Pretend To Be Derived From Nature, Proceed From Custom.

The Honor Of The Conquest Is Rated By The Difficulty.

Not Only Does The Wind Of Accidents Stir Me According To Its Blowing, But I Am Also Stirred And Troubled By The Instability Of My Attitude.

The Most Certain Sign Of Wisdom Is Cheerfulness.

If Others Examined Themselves Attentively, As I Do, They Would Find Themselves, As I Do, Full Of Inanity And Nonsense. Get Rid Of It I Cannot Without Getting Rid Of Myself.