It's A Poor Doctor Who Can't Cure

If We Lived In A State Where Virtue Was Profitable, Common Sense Would Make Us Saintly. But Since We See That Avarice, Anger, Pride And Stupidity Commonly Profit Far Beyond Charity, Modesty, Justice And Thought, Perhaps We Must Stand Fast A Little, Even At The Risk Of Being Heroes.

. . . The State Of Things And The Dispositions Of Men Were Then Such, That A Man Could Not Well Tell Whom He Might Trust Or Whom He Might Fear.

It Is Naturally Given To All Men To Esteem Their Own Inventions Best.

One Man To Live In Pleasure And Wealth, Whiles All Other Weap And Smart For It, That Is The Part Not Of A King, But Of A Jailor.

And Peradventure We Have More Cause To Thank Him For Our Loss Than For Our Winning; For His Wisdom Better Seeth What Is Good For Us Than We Do Ourselves.