A Man Becomes The Creature Of His

Against Attempts On My Life, I Trust In My Luck, My Good Genius, And My Guards.

When I Want Any, Good Head Work Done; I Always Choose A Man, If Possible With A Long Nose.

If We Could Read The Past Histories Of All Our Enemies We Would Disregard All Hostility For Them.

We Live And Die In The Midst Of Marvels.

Flatterers And Men Of Learning Do Not Accord Well With Each Other.