Pleasures Can Undo A Man At Any

There Is No One Subsists By Himself Alone.

Discontent Is Like Ink Poured Into Water, Which Fills The Whole Fountain Full Of Blackness.

God Has Made No One Absolute.

We Pick Our Own Sorrows Out Of The Joys Of Other Men, And From Their Sorrows Likewise We Derive Our Joys.

Virtue Were A Kind Of Misery If Fame Were All The Garland That Crowned Her.