Indolence Is The Sleep Of The Mind.

The Common Excuse For Those Bringing Misfortune On Others Is That They Desire Their Good.

Servitude Debases Men To The Point Where They End Up Liking It.

The Counsels Of Old Age Give Light Without Heat, Like The Sun In Winter.

It Is Difficult To Esteem A Man As Highly As He Would Wish.

Our Actions Are Neither So Good Nor So Evil As Our Impulses.