One Must Be Something, In Order To

If God Had Wanted Me Otherwise, He Would Have Created Me Otherwise.

He Who Enjoys Doing And Enjoys What He Has Done Is Happy.

People Do Not Mind Their Faults Being Spread Out Before Them, But They Become Impatient If Called On To Give Them Up.

Would You Require A Wretched Being, Whose Life Is Slowly Wasting Under A Lingering Disease, To Despatch Himself At Once By The Stroke Of A Dagger? Does Not The Very Disorder Which Consumes His Strength Deprive Him Of The Courage To Effect His Deliverance?

To Live As One Likes Is Plebian The Noble Man Aspires To Order And Law.