What Is Mine, Even To My Life,

Reason Cannot Show Itself More Reasonable Than To Cease Reasoning On Things Above Reason.

How Violently Do Rumors Blow The Sails Of Popular Judgments! How Few There Be That Can Discern Between Truth And Truth-likeness, Between Shows And Substance!

There Is A Certain Delicacy Which In Yielding Conquers; And With A Pitiful Look Makes One Find Cause To Crave Help One's Self.

Love, One Time, Layeth Burdens; Another Time, Giveth Wings.

I Am No Herald To Inquire Into Men's Pedigree; It Sufficeth Me If I Know Their Virtues.