All General Judgments Are Loose And Imperfect

When I Play With My Cat, Who Knows Whether I Do Not Make Her More Sport Than She Makes Me?

Who Does Not In Some Sort Live To Others, Does Not Live Much To Himself.

In Plain Truth, Lying Is An Accursed Vice. We Are Not Men, Nor Have Any Other Tie Upon Another, But By Our Word.

When Socrates, After Being Relieved Of His Irons, Felt The Relish Of The Itching That Their Weight Had Caused In His Legs, He Rejoiced To Consider The Close Alliance Between Pain And Pleasure.

Wine Is The Benevolent God, Who Gives Back Gaiety To Men And Restores Youth To The Old.