Nature Is A Gentle Guide, But Not

We Find Ourselves More Taken With The Running Up And Down, The Games, And Puerile Simplicities Of Our Children, Than We Do, Afterward, With Their Most Complete Actions; As If We Had Loved Them For Our Sport, Like Monkeys, And Not As Men.

Desire And Hope Will Push Us On Toward The Future.

After A Tongue Has Once Got The Knack Of Lying, It Is Not To Be Imagined How Impossible Almost It Is To Reclaim It. Whence It Comes To Pass, That We See Some Men, Who Are Otherwise Very Honest, So Subject To This Vice.

Virtue Can Have Naught To Do With Ease. . . . It Craves A Steep And Thorny Path.

I Had Rather Complain Of Ill-fortune Than Be Ashamed Of Victory.