I Am Myself The Matter Of My

I Must Use These Great Men's Virtues As A Cloak For My Weakness.

We Are Nearer Neighbors To Ourselves Than The Whiteness Of Snow Or The Weight Of Stones Are To Us: If Man Does Not Know Himself, How Should He Know His Functions And Powers?

The Plague Of Man Is Boasting Of His Knowledge.

Virtue Can Have Naught To Do With Ease. . . . It Craves A Steep And Thorny Path.

Can Anything Be Imagined So Ridiculous That This Miserable And Wretched Creature, Who Is Not So Much As Master Of Himself, But Subject To The Injuries Of All Things, Should Call Himself Master And Emperor Of The World, Of Which He Has Not Power To Know The Least Part, Much Less To Command The Whole?