Children Have Neither Past Nor Future; They

Love Receives Its Death-wound From Aversion, And Forgetfulness Buries It.

Laziness Begat Wearisomeness, And This Put Men In Quest Of Diversions, Play And Company, On Which However It Is A Constant Attendant; He Who Works Hard, Has Enough To Do With Himself Otherwise.

A Prince Wants Only The Pleasure Of Private Life To Complete His Happiness.

The Mind, Like All Other Things, Will Become Impaired, The Sciences Are Its Food,--they Nourish, But At The Same Time They Consume It.

Logic Is The Art Of Convincing Us Some Truth.