The Noblest Deeds Are Well Enough Set

No Vice Exists Which Does Not Pretend To Be More Or Less Like Some Virtue, And Which Does Not Take Advantage Of This Assumed Resemblance.

A Man Often Runs The Risk Of Throwing Away A Witticism If He Admits That It Is His Own.

We Hope To Grow Old And We Dread Old Age; That Is To Say, We Love Life And We Flee From Death.

When We Are Dead We Are Praised By Those Who Survive Us, Though We Frequently Have No Other Merit Than That Of Being No Longer Alive.

Born Merely For The Purpose Of Digestion.