It Is Medicine, Not Poison, I Offer

It Is Not The Truth That A Man Possesses, Or Believes That He Possesses, But The Earnest Effort Which He Puts Forward To Reach The Truth, Which Constitutes The Worth Of A Man

He Who Doesn't Lose His Wits Over Certain Things Has No Wits To Lose.

Where Wildness And Disorder Are Visible In The Dance, There Satan, Death And All Kinds Of Mischief Are Likewise Upon The Floor. For This Reason I Could Wish That The Dance Of Death Were Painted On The Walls Of All Ball-rooms In Order To Warn The Dancers, Not By The Levity Of Their Deportment, To Provoke The God Of Righteousness To Visit Them With A Sudden Judgment.

It's Easier To Swoon In Pious Dreams Than Do Good Actions.

Nothing Under The Sun Is Ever Accidental.