The Thought Of Death Deceives Us; For

It Is Of No Use To Possess A Lively Wit If It Is Not Of The Right Proportion: The Perfection Of A Clock Is Not To Go Fast, But To Be Accurate.

One Can Not Be Just If One Is Not Humane.

Is It Against Justice Or Reason To Love Ourselves? And Why Is Self-love Always A Vice?

The Idle Always Have A Mind To Do Something.

Nothing Endures Except Truth.