What Passes Out Of One's Mouth Passes

Man Is To Man Either A God Or A Wolf.

Reflection Is A Flower Of The Mind, Giving Out Wholesome Fragrance; But Revelry Is The Same Flower, When Rank And Running To Seed.

In Short, No Association Or Alliance Can Be Happy Or Stable Without Me. People Can't Long Tolerate A Ruler, Nor Can A Master His Servant, A Maid Her Mistress, A Teacher His Pupil, A Friend His Friend Nor A Wife Her Husband, A Landlord His Tenant, A Soldier His Comrade Nor A Party-goer His Companion, Unless They Sometimes Have Illusions About Each Other, Make Use Of Flattery, And Have The Sense To Turn A Blind Eye And Sweeten Life For Themselves With The Honey Of Folly.

A Good Prince Will Tax As Lightly As Possible Those Commodities Which Are Used By The Poorest Members Of Society: Grain, Bread, Beer, Wine, Clothing, And All Other Staples Without Which Human Life Could Not Exist.

I Consider As Lovers Of Books Not Those Who Keep Their Books Hidden In Their Store-chests And Never Handle Them, But Those Who, By Nightly As Well As Daily Use Thumb Them, Batter Them, Wear Them Out, Who Fill Out All The Margins With Annotations Of Many Kinds, And Who Prefer The Marks Of A Fault They Have Erased To A Neat Copy Full Of Faults.