Everyone, Without Exception, Is Searching

We Must Keep Our Thought Secret, And Judge Everything By It, While Talking Like The People.

Too Much Pleasure Disagrees With Us. Too Many Concords Are Annoying In Music; Too Many Benefits Irritate Us; We Wish To Have The Wherewithal To Overpay Our Debts.

Is It Courage In A Dying Man To Go, In Weakness And In Agony, To Affront An Almighty And Eternal God?

We Run Carelessly To The Precipice, After We Have Put Something Before Us To Prevent Us Seeing It.

Nature, Which Alone Is Good, Is Wholly Familiar And Common.