It Is Hard To Prevent Oneself From

Fame Is But The Breath Of People, And That Often Unwholesome.

Childhood Is The Sleep Of Reason. [fr., L'enfance Est Le Sommeil De La Raison.]

All Of My Misfortunes Come From Having Thought Too Well Of My Fellows.

Everything Is Good As It Comes From The Hands Of The Maker Of The World, But Degenerates Once It Gets Into The Hands Of Man

To Be Sane In A World Of Madman Is In Itself Madness.