We Are What We Continually Do.

That In The Soul Which Is Called The Mind Is, Before It Thinks, Not Actually Any Real Thing.

There Is No Great Genius Without A Mixture Of Madness.

The Virtue As The Art Consecrates Itself Constantly To What's Difficult To Do, And The Harder The Task, The Shinier The Success.

Happiness Depends On Ourselves.

Bad People...are In Conflict With Themselves; They Desire One Thing And Will Another, Like The Incontinent Who Choose Harmful Pleasures Instead Of What They Themselves Believe To Be Good.