Begin Nothing Without Considering What The End

I Believe More Follies Are Committed Out Of Complaisance To The World, Than In Following Our Own Inclinations.

The Use Of Knowledge In Our Sex (beside The Amusement Of Solitude) Is To Moderate The Passions And Learn To Be Contented With A Small Expense, Which Are The Certain Effects Of A Studious Life And, It May Be, Preferable Even To That Fame Which Men Have Engrossed To Themselves And Will Not Suffer Us To Share.

We Are No More Free Agents Than The Queen Of Clubs When She Victoriously Takes Prisoner The Knave Of Hearts.

Time Has The Same Effect On The Mind As On The Face; The Predominant Passion And The Strongest Feature Become More Conspicuous From The Others Retiring.

It's In No Way My Interest (according To The Common Acceptance Of That Word) To Convince The World Of Their Errors; That Is, I Shall Get Nothing From It But The Private Satisfaction Of Having Done Good To Mankind, And I Know Nobody That Reckons That Satisfaction Any Part Of Their Interest.