There Are Three Things Extremely Hard: Steel,

I Resolve To Speak Ill Of No Man Whatever, Not Even In A Matter Of Truth; But Rather By Some Means Excuse The Faults I Hear Charged Upon Others, And Upon Proper Occasions Speak All The Good I Know Of Everybody.

The Tongue Offends And The Ears Get The Cuffing

Kings Have Long Arms, But Misfortune Longer: Let None Think Themselves Out Of Her Reach.

Buy What Thou Hast No Need Of And Ere Long Thou Shalt Sell Thy Necessities.

Perhaps The History Of The Errors Of Mankind, All Things Considered, Is More Valuable And Interesting Than That Of Their Discoveries. Truth Is Uniform And Narrow; It Constantly Exists, And Does Not Seem To Require So Much An Active Energy, As A Passive Aptitude Of The Soul In Order To Encounter It. But Error Is Endlessly Diversified; It Has No Reality, But Is The Pure And Simple Creation Of The Mind That Invents It. In This Field The Soul Has Room Enough To Expand Herself, To Display All Her Boundless Faculties, And All Her Beautiful And Interesting Extravagancies And Absurdities.