Hope Is The Only Good Thing That

The Counsels Of The Old, Like The Winter Sun, Shine, But Give No Heat.

It Is Easy To Criticize An Author, But Difficult To Appreciate Him.

Our Failings Sometimes Bind Us To One Another As Closely As Could Virtue Itself.

We Are Forced To Respect The Gifts Of Nature, Which Study And Fortune Cannot Give.

We Are Very Wrong To Think That Some Fault Or Other Can Exclude Virtue, Or To Consider The Alliance Of Good And Evil As A Monstrosity Or An Enigma.