It Is The Soul Itself Which Sees

Some Men Make A Womanish Complaint That It Is A Great Misfortune To Die Before Our Time. I Would Ask What Time? Is It That Of Nature? But She, Indeed, Has Lent Us Life, As We Do A Sum Of Money, Only No Certain Day Is Fixed For Payment. What Reason Then To Complain If She Demands It At Pleasure, Since It Was On This Condition That You Received It.

No Sober Person Dances.

He Does Not Seem To Me To Be A Free Man Who Does Not Sometimes Do Nothing.

Because All The Sick Do Not Recover, Therefore Medicine Is Not An Art.

The Consciousness Of Good Intention Is The Greatest Solace Of Misfortunes.