I Have Found Nothing Stronger Than Necessity.

Alas, How Right The Ancient Saying Is: We, Who Are Old, Are Nothing Else But Noise And Shape. Like Mimicries Of Dreams We Go, And Have No Wits, Although We Think Us Wise.

Life Is A Short Affair; We Should Try To Make It Smooth, And Free From Strife.

Among Mortals Second Thoughts Are Wisest.

Men Hate The Haughty Of Heart Who Will Not Be The Friend Of Every Man.

Love Must Not Touch The Marrow Of The Soul. Our Affections Must Be Breakable Chains That We Can Cast Them Off Or Tighten Them.