The Fool Tells Me His Reason; The

But Nature Flies From The Infinite; For The Infinite Is Imperfect, And Nature Always Seeks An End.

The Mass Of Mankind Are Evidently Slavish In Their Tastes, Preferring A Life Suitable To Beasts.

In Part, Art Completes What Nature Cannot Elaborate; And In Part It Imitates Nature.

The Ideal Man Is His Own Best Friend And Takes Delight In Privacy.

Virtue Makes Us Aim At The Right End, And Practical Wisdom Makes Us Take The Right Means.