The Ruins Of A House May Be

One Should Stick To The Sort Of Thing For Which One Was Made; I Tried To Be An Herbalist, Whereas I Should Keep To The Butchers Trade.

Habit, To Which All Of Us Are More Or Less Slaves.

We Read On The Foreheads Of Those Who Are Surrounded By A Foolish Luxury, That Fortune Sells What She Is Thought To Give.

Better To Suffer Than To Die.

Friendship Is The Shadow Of The Evening, Which Increases With The Setting Sun Of Life.