Every One Rushes Elsewhere And Into The

Their [the Skeptics'] Way Of Speaking Is: "i Settle Nothing. . . . I Do Not Understand It. . . . Nothing Seems True That May Not Seem False." Their Sacramental Word Is . . . , Which Is To Say, I Suspend My Judgment.

Some Men Seem Remarkable To The World In Whom Neither Their Wives Nor Their Valets Saw Anything Extraordinary. Few Men Have Been Admired By Their Servants.

What Fear Has Once Made Me Will, I Am Bound Still To Will When Without Fear.

All The Fame You Should Look For In Life Is To Have Lived It Quietly.

There Are Truths On This Side Of The Pyrenees Which Are Falsehoods On The Other