The Finest Souls Are Those That Have

It Is A Sign Of Contraction Of The Mind When It Is Content, Or Of Weariness.

It Is A Dangerous And Fateful Presumption, Besides The Absurd Temerity That It Implies, To Disdain What We Do Not Comprehend. For After You Have Established, According To Your Fine Undertstanding, The Limits Of Truth And Falsehood, And It Turns Out That You Must Necessarily Believe Things Even Stranger Than Those You Deny, You Are Obliged From Then On To Abandon These Limits.

Whatever The Benefits Of Fortune Are , They Yet Require A Palate Fit To Relish And Taste Them; 'tis Fruition, And Not Possession, That Renders Us Happy.

Rash And Incessant Scolding Runs Into Custom And Renders Itself Despised.

Tis So Much To Be A King, That He Only Is So By Being So.