The Story She Had Told Me Was

When A Man Gets It Into His Head To Do Something, And When He Exclusively Occupies Himself In That Design, He Must Succeed, Whatever The Difficulties. That Man Will Become Grand Vizier Or Pope.

I Have Met With Some Of Them - Very Honest Fellows, Who, With All Their Stupidity, Had A Kind Of Intelligence And An Upright Good Sense, Which Cannot Be The Characteristics Of Fools.

Man Is A Free Agent; But He Is Not Free If He Does Not Believe It.

The Man Who Forgets Does Not Forgive, He Only Loses The Remembrance; Forgiveness Is The Offspring Of A Noble Heart, Of A Generous Mind, Whilst Forgetfulness Is Only The Result Of A Weak Memory, Or Of An Easy Carelessness.

One Who Makes No Mistakes Makes Nothing