Things Are Only Worth What You Make

You Are A Fool In Four Letters, My Son.

Words And Deeds Are Far From Being One. Much That Is Talked About Is Left Undone.

They [zealots] Would Have Everybody Be As Blind As Themselves: To Them, To Be Clear-sighted Is Libertinism.

Frankly, It's Good Enough To Lock Up In A Drawer.

All Extremes Does Perfect Reason Flee, And Wishes To Be Wise Quite Soberly.