There Is No Course Of Life So

Any Person Of Honor Chooses Rather To Lose His Honor Than To Lose His Conscience.

It Is A Rare Life That Remains Orderly Even In Private.

We Must Learn To Endure What We Cannot Avoid. Our Life Is Composed, Like The Harmony Of The World, Of Contrary Things, Also Of Different Tones, Sweet And Harsh, Sharp And Flat, Soft And Loud. If A Musician Liked Only One Kind, What Would He Have To Say?

He That First Likened Glory To A Shadow Did Better Than He Was Aware Of. They Are Both Of Them Things Excellently Vain. Glory Also, Like A Shadow, Goes Sometimes Before The Body, And Sometimes In Length Infinitely Exceeds It.

Men Are Tormented By The Opinions They Have Of Things, And Not The Things Themselves.