Who Can Love The Man He Fears.

If You Wish To Remove Avarice You Must Remove Its Mother, Luxuries. [lat., Avaritiam Si Tollere Vultis, Mater Ejus Est Tollenda, Luxuries.]

There Is Nothing So Charming As The Knowledge Of Literature; Of That Branch Of Literature, I Mean, Which Enables Us To Discover The Infinity Of Things, The Immensity Of Nature, The Heavens, The Earth, And The Seas; This Is That Branch Which Has Taught Us Religion, Moderation, Magnanimity, And That Has Rescued The Soul From Obscurity; To Make Her See All Things Above And Below, First And Last, And Between Both; It Is This That Furnishes Us Wherewith To Live Well And Happily, And Guides Us To Pass Our Lives Without Displeasure And Without Offence.

We Can More Easily Avenge An Injury Than Requite A Kindness; On This Account, Because There Is Less Difficulty In Getting The Better Of The Wicked Than In Making One's Self Equal With The Good.

Quacks Pretend To Cure Other Men's Disorders, But Fail To Find A Remedy For Their Own.

The Enemy Is Within The Gates; It Is With Our Own Luxury, Our Own Folly, Our Own Criminality That We Have To Contend.