Nothing Is More Disgraceful Than Insincerity.

This Wine Is Forty Years Old. It Certainly Doesn't Show Its Age.

No Sensible Man (among The Many Things That Have Been Written On This Kind) Ever Imputed Inconsistency To Another For Changing His Mind. [lat., Nemo Doctus Unquam (multa Autem De Hoc Genere Scripta Sunt) Mutationem Consili Inconstantiam Dixit Esse.]

That Last Day Does Not Bring Extinction To Us, But Change Of Place.

There Is No Praise In Being Upright, Where No One Can, Or Tries To Corrupt You.

I Am Of Opinion That There Is Nothing So Beautiful But That There Is Something Still More Beautiful, Of Which This Is The Mere Image And Expression,--a Something Which Can Neither Be Perceived By The Eyes, The Ears, Nor Any Of The Senses; We Comprehend It Merely In The Imagination.