The Only Thing Certain Is Nothing Is

Every Place Swarms With Commentaries; Of Authors There Is Great Scarcity.

We Are Neither Obstinately Nor Wilfully To Oppose Evils, Nor Truckle Under Them For Want Of Courage, But That We Are Naturally To Give Way To Them, According To Their Condition And Our Own, We Ought To Grant Free Passage To Diseases; And I Find They Stay Less With Me Who Let Them Alone. And I Have Lost Those Which Are Reputed The Most Tenacious And Obstinate Of Their Own Defervescence, Without Any Help Or Art, And Contrary To Their Rules. Let Us A Little Permit Nature To Take Her Own Way; She Better Understands Her Own Affairs Than We.

A Lady Could Not Boast Of Her Chastity Who Was Never Tempted.

Repentance Is But A Denying Of Our Will, And An Opposition Of Our Fantasies.

The Study Of Books Is A Drowsy And Feeble Exercise Which Does Not Warm You Up.