We Make Allowance For Necessity.

Death Darkens His Eyes, And Unplumes His Wings, Yet The Sweetest Song Is The Last He Sings: Live So, My Love, That When Death Shall Come, Swan-like And Sweet It May Waft Thee Home.

Secret Enmities Are More To Be Feared Than Open Ones.

The Consciousness Of Good Intention Is The Greatest Solace Of Misfortunes.

There Are More Men Ennobled By Study Than By Nature.

Since An Intelligence Common To Us All Makes Things Known To Us And Formulates Them In Our Minds, Honorable Actions Are Ascribed By Us To Virtue, And Dishonorable Actions To Vice; And Only A Madman Would Conclude That These Judgments Are Matters Of Opinion, And Not Fixed By Nature.