To What Fortuitous Occurrence Do We Not

To A Philosopher No Circumstance, However Trifling, Is Too Minute.

To What Fortuitous Occurrence Do We Not Owe Every Pleasure And Convenience Of Our Lives.

The Europeans Are Themselves Blind Who Describe Fortune Without Sight. No First-rate Beauty Ever Had Finer Eyes, Or Saw More Clearly. They Who Have No Other Trade But Seeking Their Fortune Need Never Hope To Find Her; Coquette-like, She Flies From Her Close Pursuers, And At Last Fixes On The Plodding Mechanic Who Stays At Home And Minds His Business.

The Soul May Be Compared To A Field Of Battle, Where The Armies Are Ready Every Moment To Encounter. Not A Single Vice But Has A More Powerful Opponent, And Not One Virtue But May Be Overborne By A Combination Of Vices.

All That Philosophy Can Teach Is To Be Stubborn Or Sullen Under Misfortunes.