Whatever Is, Is In Its Causes Just.

When I Consider Life, It Is All A Cheat. Yet Fooled With Hope, People Favor This Deceit.

When Misfortune Is Asleep, Let No One Wake Her.

O Freedom, First Delight Of Human Kind!

Arts And Sciences In One And The Same Century Have Arrived At Great Perfection; And No Wonder, Since Every Age Has A Kind Of Universal Genius, Which Inclines Those That Live In It To Some Particular Studies; The Work Then, Being Pushed On By Many Hands, Must Go Forward.

War Is A Trade Of Kings.