Consider The Sea's Listless Chime: Time's Self

A Man's Renown Is Like The Hue Of Grass, Which Comes And Goes.

The Human Race Is In The Best Condition When It Has The Greatest Degree Of Liberty.

The More A Thing Is Perfect, The More It Feels Pleasure And Likewise Pain.

Love Is The Source Of Every Virtue In You And Of Every Deed Which Deserves Punishment.

If You Give People Light, They Will Find Their Own Way.