Bidden Or Unbidden, God Is Present.

Jupiter, Not Wanting Man's Life To Be Wholly Gloomy And Grim, Has Bestowed Far More Passion Than Reason --you Could Reckon The Ration As Twenty-four To One. Moreover, He Confined Reason To A Cramped Corner Of The Head And Left All The Rest Of The Body To The Passions.

Concealed Talent Brings No Reputation.

Nothing Is As Peevish And Pedantic As Men's Judgments Of One Another.

Now What Else Is The Whole Life Of Mortals, But A Sort Of Comedy In Which The Various Actors, Disguised By Various Costumes And Masks, Walk On And Play Each Ones Part Until The Manager Walks Them Off The Stage?

What Passes Out Of One's Mouth Passes Into A Hundred Ears. It Is A Great Misfortune Not To Have Sense Enough To Speak Well.