Vice Stirs Up War, Virtue Fights.

There Are Those Who Are So Scrupulously Afraid Of Doing Wrong That They Seldom Venture To Do Anything.

All That Causes One Man To Differ From Another Is A Very Slight Thing. What Is It That Is The Origin Of Beauty Or Ugliness, Health Or Weakness, Ability Or Stupidity? A Slight Difference In The Organs, A Little More Or A Little Less Bile. Yet This More Or Less Is Of Infinite Importance To Men; And When They Think Otherwise They Are Mistaken.

The Shortness Of Life Cannot Dissuade Us From Its Pleasures, Nor Console Us For Its Pains.

It Is In Our Own Mind And Not In Exterior Objects That We Perceive Most Things; Fools Know Scarcely Anything Because They Are Empty, And Their Heart Is Narrow; But Great Souls Find In Themselves A Number Of Exterior Things; They Have No Need To Read Or Travel Or To Listen Or To Work To Discover The Highest Truths; They Have Only To Delve Into Themselves And Search, If We May Say So, Their Own Thoughts.

The Tempests Of Youth Are Mingled With Days Of Brilliant Sunshine.