Nature Herself Has Imprinted On The Minds

Dum Spiro, Spero- As Long As I Breathe, I Hope.

In Everything Satiety Closely Follows The Greatest Pleasures.

I Do Not Understand What The Man Who Is Happy Wants In Order To Be Happier.

What Is Dishonestly Got Vanishes In Profligacy.

There Is, I Know Not How, A Certain Presage, As It Were, Of A Future Existence; And This Takes The Deepest Root, And Is Most Discoverable, In The Greatest Geniuses And Most Exalted Souls.