In The End We Love Our Desire

There Are Slavish Souls Who Carry Their Appreciation For Favors Done Them So Far That They Strangle Themselves With The Rope Of Gratitude.

The Author Must Keep His Mouth Shut When His Work Starts To Speak.

And Many Such Good Inventions Are There, That They Are Like Woman's Breasts: Useful At The Same Time, And Pleasant.

One Is Proud To Worship When He Cannot Be An Idol.

No One Dies Of Fatal Truths Nowadays: There Are Too Many Antidotes.