We Must Eat To Live, And Not

Considering The Unforeseen Events Of This World, We Should Be Taught That No Human Condition Should Inspire Men With Absolute Despair.

Nothing More Aggravates Ill Success Than The Near Approach Of Good.

Wine Is A Turncoat; First A Friend And Then An Enemy.

He That Dies Before Sixty, Of A Cold Or Consumption, Dies, In Reality, By A Violent Death.

Great Vices Are The Proper Objects Of Our Detestation, Smaller Faults Of Our Pity, But Affectation Appears To Be The Only True Source Of The Ridiculous.