We Love Without Heeding Reason, And Cease

I Saw That Everything Famous And Beautiful In The World, If We Judge By The Descriptions And Drawings Of Writers And Artists, Always Loses When We Go To See It And Examine It Closely.

Hatred, In The Course Of Time, Kills The Unhappy Wretch Who Delights In Nursing It In His Bosom.

Man Is Free; Yet We Must Not Suppose That He Is At Liberty To Do Everything He Pleases, For He Becomes A Slave The Moment He Allows His Actions To Be Ruled By Passion.

The Thing Is To Dazzle

Man Is Free; But Not Unless He Believes He Is[.]