No Man Is Exempt From Saying Silly

We Have No Participation In Being, Because All Human Nature Is Ever Midway Between Being Born And Dying, Giving Off Only A Vague Image And Shadow Of Itself, And A Weak And Uncertain Opinion. And If You Chance To Fix Your Thoughts On Trying To Grasp Its Essence, It Would Be Neither More Nor Less Than If Your Tried To Clutch Water.

I Give My Opinion Not As Being Good, But As Being My Own.

The Easy, Gentle, And Sloping Path . . . Is Not The Path Of True Virtue. It Demands A Rough And Thorny Road.

A Little Folly Is Desirable In Him That Will Not Be Guilty Of Stupidity.

In Love, 'tis No Other Than Frantic Desire For That Which Flies From Us.