We Are Born To Inquire Into Truth;

Tis Well For Old Age That It Is Always Accompanied With Want Of Perception, Ignorance, And A Facility Of Being Deceived. For Should We See How We Are Used And Would Not Acquiesce, What Would Become Of Us?

My Appetite Comes To Me While Eating.

We Are More Solicitous That Men Speak Of Us, Than How They Speak.

It Takes So Much To Be A King That He Exists Only As Such. That Extraneous Glare That Surrounds Him Hides Him And Conceals Him From Us; Our Sight Breaks And Is Dissipated By It Being Filled And Arrested By This Strong Light.

And Obstinacy Is The Sister Of Constancy, At Least In Vigour And Stability.