One Is Never Fortunate Or As Unfortunate

We Are Never So Ridiculous Through What We Are As Through What We Pretend To Be.

Humility Is The Altar Upon Which God Wishes That We Should Offer Him His Sacrifices.

Some People Are Like Popular Songs That You Only Sing For A Short Time.

All Our Qualities, Whether Good Or Bad, Are Unstable And Ambiguous, And Almost All Are At The Mery Of Chance.

Numberless Arts Appear Foolish Whose Secret Motives Are Most Wise And Weighty.