To Philosophize Is To Doubt.

I Had Rather Fashion My Mind Than Furnish It.

An Orator Of Past Times Declared That His Calling Was To Make Small Things Appear To Be Grand.

Lucius Arruntius Killed Himself, He Said, To Escape Both The Future And The Past.

I Do Not Correct My First Imaginings By My Second--well, Yes, Perhaps A Word Or So, But Only To Vary, Not To Delete. I Want To Represent The Course Of My Humors And I Want People To See Each Part At Its Birth.

Fortune Does Us Neither Good Nor Hurt; She Only Presents Us The Matter, And The Seed, Which Our Soul, More Powerfully Than She, Turns And Applies As She Best Pleases; Being The Sole Cause And Sovereign Mistress Of Her Own Happy Or Unhappy Condition.