The Continuous Work Of Our Life Is

On The Highest Throne In The World, We Still Sit Only On Our Own Bottom.

Man (in Good Earnest) Is A Marvellous Vain, Fickle, And Unstable Subject, And On Whom It Is Very Hard To Form Any Certain And Uniform Judgment.

Human Wisdom Makes As Ill Use Of Her Talent When She Exercises It In Rescinding From The Number And Sweetness Of Those Pleasures That Are Naturally Our Due, As She Employs It Favorably And Well In Artificially Disguising And Tricking Out The Ills Of Life To Alleviate The Sense Of Them.

Virtue Can Have Naught To Do With Ease. . . . It Craves A Steep And Thorny Path.

Happiness Involves Working Toward Meaningful Goals.