Nature Should Have Been Pleased To Have

The Dispersing And Scattering Our Names Into Many Mouths, We Call Making Them More Great.

There Is Power In Ambition, Pleasure In Luxury...but Envy Can Gain Nothing But Vexation.

There Is Nothing Of Evil In Life For Him Who Rightly Comprehends That Death Is No Evil; To Know How To Die Delivers Us From All Subjection And Constraint.

Custom Is A Violent And Treacherous School Mistress. She, By Little And Lithe, Slyly And Unperceived, Slips In The Foot Of Her Authority; But Having By This Gentle And Humble Beginning, With The Benefit Of Time, Fixed And Established It, She Then Unmasks A Furious And Tyrannic Countenance, Against Which We Have No More The Courage Or The Power So Much As To Lift Up Our Eyes.

God Defend Me From Myself.