It Is Very Noble Hypocrisy Not To

The Unlucky Hand Dealt To Clear And Precise Writers Is That People Assume They Are Superficial And So Do Not Go To Any Trouble Inreading Them: And The Lucky Hand Dealt To Unclear Ones Is That The Reader Does Go To Some Trouble And Then Attributes The Pleasure He Experiences In His Own Zeal To Them.

Death. The Certain Prospect Of Death Could Sweeten Every Life With A Precious And Fragrant Drop Of Levity- And Now You Strange Apothecary Souls Have Turned It Into An Ill-tasting Drop Of Poison That Makes The Whole Of Life Repulsive.

Sensuality Often Makes Love Grow Too Quickly, So That The Root Remains Weak And Is Easy To Pull Out.

Blessed Are The Forgetful: For They Get The Better Even Of Their Blunders.

All Prejudices May Be Traced Back To The Intestines. A Sedentary Life Is The Real Sin Against The Holy Ghost.