One Thing, However, I Must Premise, That

It Is Easier To Do Many Things Than To Do One Thing Continuously For A Long Time.

The Prosperous Can Not Easily Form A Right Idea Of Misery.

The Soul Languishing In Obscurity Contracts A Kind Of Rust, Or Abandons Itself To The Chimera Of Presumption; For It Is Natural For It To Acquire Something, Even When Separated From Any One.

Those Who Wish To Appear Wise Among Fools, Among The Wise Seem Foolish.

Ambition Is A Vice, But It May Be The Father Of Virtue.