A Wise Man Loses Nothing, If He

To Forbid Us Anything Is To Make Us Have A Mind To 't.

Once Conform, Once Do What Others Do Because They Do It, And A Kind Of Lethargy Steals Over All The Finer Senses Of The Soul.

Nothing Prints More Lively In Our Minds Than Something We Wish To Forget.

I Determine Nothing; I Do Not Comprehend Things; I Suspend Judgment; I Examine.

No One But Yourself Knows Whether You Are Cowardly And Cruel, Or Loyal And Devout; Others Do Not See You; They Surmise You By Uncertain Conjectures; They Perceive Not So Much Your Nature As Your Art.