I Can Cure The Gout Or Stone

For The World, I Count It Not An Inn, But A Hospital; And A Place Not To Live, But To Die In.

Every Country Hath Its Machiavel.

Yes, Even Amongst Wiser Militants, How Many Wounds Have Been Given, And Credits Slain, For The Poor Victory Of An Opinion, Or Beggarly Conquest Of A Distinction.

Nature Proceeds Little By Little From Things Lifeless To Animal Life In Such A Way That It Is Impossible To Determine The Exact Line Ure Hath Made One World, And Art Another. In Brief, All Things Are Artificial; For Nature Is The Art Of God.

Persecution Is A Bad And Indirect Way To Plan Religion.