Nothing Has A Letter Effect Upon Children

Our Erected Wit Maketh Us To Know What Perfection Is.

Who Will Adhere To Him That Abandons Himself?

Anger, The Stoics Said, Was A Short Madness.

Valor Is Abased By Too Much Loftiness.

In Forming A Judgment, Lay Your Hearts Void Of Foretaken Opinions; Else, Whatsoever Is Done Or Said, Will Be Measured By A Wrong Rule; Like Them Who Have Jaundice, To Whom Everything Appears Yellow.