One Might Call Habit A Moral Friction:

Man Is A Masterpiece Of Creation . . .

The Motives That Lead Us To Do Anything Might Be Arranged Like The Thirty-two Winds And Might Be Given Names On The Same Pattern: For Instance, "bread-bread-fame" Or "fame-fame-bread."

It Is A Great Shame; Most Of Our Words Are Misused Tools / Which Often Still Smell Of The Mud In Which Previous Owners / Desecrated Them.

Man Is To Be Found In Reason, God In The Passions.

The Rules Of Grammar Are Mere Human Statutes, Which Is Why When He Speaks Out Of The Possessed The Devil Himself Speaks Bad Latin.