There Is No Passion So Contagious As

A Father Is Very Miserable Who Has No Other Hold On His Children's Affection Than The Need They Have Of His Assistance, If That Can Be Called Affection.

But Sure There Is Need Of Other Remedies Than Dreaming, A Weak Contention Of Art Against Nature.

A Wise Man Never Loses Anything, If He Has Himself.

Habituation Puts To Sleep The Eye Of Our Judgment.

Death, They Say, Acquits Us Of All Obligations.