Vanity Is Illustrated In The Cause And

Our Soul Is Cast Into A Body, Where It Finds Number, Time, Dimension. Thereupon It Reasons, And Calls This Nature Necessity, And Can Believe Nothing Else.

Continuous Eloquence Is Tedious.

Everyone, Without Exception, Is Searching For Happiness.

Man Is To Himself The Most Wonderful Object In Nature; For He Cannot Conceive What The Body Is, Still Less What The Mind Is, And Least Of All How A Body Should Be United To A Mind. This Is The Consummation Of His Difficulties, And Yet It Is His Very Being.

The Whole Title By Which You Possess Your Property, Is Not A Title Of Nature But Of A Human Institution.