Conscience Is A Thousand Witnesses.

Our Minds Are Like Our Stomaches; They Are Whetted By The Change Of Their Food, And Variety Supplies Both With Fresh Appetite.

The Soul Languishing In Obscurity Contracts A Kind Of Rust, Or Abandons Itself To The Chimera Of Presumption; For It Is Natural For It To Acquire Something, Even When Separated From Any One.

For Comic Writers Charge Socrates With Making The Worse Appear The Better Reason.

While We Are Examining Into Everything We Sometimes Find Truth Where We Least Expected It.

Satiety Is A Neighbor To Continued Pleasures. [lat., Continuis Voluptatibus Vicina Satietas.]