Men Will Die Upon Dogma But Will

Such Is The Constitution Of The Human Mind, That Any Kind Of Knowledge, If It Be Really Such, Is Its Own Reward.

I Loved The Garish Day, And, Spite Of Fears, Pride Ruled My Will: Remember Not Past Years.

Evil Has No Substance Of Its Own, But Is Only The Defect, Excess, Perversion, Or Corruption Of That Which Has Substance.

When You Feel In Need Of A Compliment, Give One To Someone Else.

I Shall Drink To The Pope, If You Please, Still, To Conscience First, And To The Pope Afterwards.