Indolence Is The Sleep Of The Mind.

A Man Who Love Only Himself And His Pleasures Is Vain, Presumptuous, And Wicked Even From Principle.

The Generality Of Men Are So Bound Within The Sphere Of Their Circumstances That They Have Not Even The Courage To Get Out Of Them Through Their Ideas, And If We See A Few Whom, In A Way, Speculation Over Great Things Makes Incapable Of Mean Ones, We Find Still More With Whom The Practice Of Small Things Takes Away The Feeling For Great Ones.

Patience Is The Art Of Hoping.

If Passion Sometimes Counsels Greater Boldness Than Does Reflection, It Gives More Strength To Execute It.

We Should Expect The Best And The Worst From Mankind As From The Weather.