I Always Say To Myself, What Is

The Vices Enter Into The Composition Of The Virtues, As Poisons Into That Of Medicines. Prudence Collects And Arranges Them, And Uses Them Beneficially Against The Ills Of Life.

We Are Never Either So Fortunate Or So Misfortunate As We Imagine.

Though Nature Be Ever So Generous, Yet Can She Not Make A Hero Alone. Fortune Must Contribute Her Part Too; And Till Both Concur, The Work Cannot Be Perfected.

Most People Judge Men By Their Success Or Their Good Fortune.

Flattery Is A Counterfeit Money Which, But For Vanity, Would Have No Circulation.