Our Religion Is Made To Eradicate Vices,

Books Are A Languid Pleasure.

The Most Unhappy And Frail Creatures Are Men And Yet They Are The Proudest.

There Are Truths On This Side Of The Pyrenees Which Are Falsehoods On The Other

I Am Afraid That Our Eyes Are Bigger Than Our Stomachs, And That We Have More Curiosity Than Understanding. We Grasp At Everything, But Catch Nothing Except Wind.

We Endeavor More That Men Should Speak Of Us, Than How And What They Speak, And It Sufficeth Us That Our Name Run In Men's Mouths, In What Manner Soever. It Stemma That To Be Known Is In Some Sort To Have Life And Continuance In Other Men's Keeping.