No Man Is More Than Another Unless

The Most Difficult Character In Comedy Is That Of The Fool, And He Must Be No Simpleton That Plays That Part.

The Woman Who Is Resolved To Be Respected Can Make Herself Be So Even Amidst An Army Of Soldiers.

To Think That The Affairs Of This Life Always Remain In The Same State Is A Vain Presumption; Indeed They All Seem To Be Perpetually Changing And Moving In A Circular Course. Spring Is Followed By Summer, Summer By Autumn, And Autumn By Winter, Which Is Again Followed By Spring, And So Time Continues Its Everlasting Round. But The Life Of Man Is Ever Racing To Its End, Swifter Than Time Itself, Without Hope Of Renewal, Unless In The Next That Is Limitless And Infinite.

I Am Almost Frightened Out Of My Seven Senses.

My Thoughts Ran A Wool-gathering.