Fame Is But The Breath Of People,

Whatever May Be Our Natural Talents, The Art Of Writing Is Not Acquired All At Once.

No Man Has Any Natural Authority Over His Fellow Men.

Let The Trumpet Of The Day Of Judgment Sound When It Will, I Shall Appear With This Book In My Hand Before The Sovereign Judge, And Cry With A Loud Voice, This Is My Work, There Were My Thoughts, And Thus Was I. I Have Freely Told Both The Good And The Bad, Have Hid Nothing Wicked, Added Nothing Good.

A Paralyzed Man Who Wants To Walk Or An Agile Man Who Does Not Want To Walk Will Both Remain Neutral In Nature.

Reason Deceives Us; Conscience, Never.