To Distract Myself From Tiresome Thoughts, I

It Is A Small Soul, Buried Beneath The Weight Of Affairs, That Does Not Know How To Get Clean Away From Them, That Cannot Put Them Aside And Pick Them Up Again.

Is It Not A Noble Farce, Wherein Kings, Republics, And Emperors Have For So Many Ages Played Their Parts, And To Which The Whole Vast Universe Serves For A Theatre?

Only He Can Judge Of Matters Great And High Whose Soul Is Likewise.

Silence And Modesty Are Very Valuable Qualities In Conversation.

The Public Weal Requires That Men Should Betray, And Lie, And Massacre.