Others Import Yet Nobler Arts

Passions Are The Gales Of Life.

Whenever I Find A Great Deal Of Gratitude In A Poor Man, I Take It For Granted There Would Be As Much Generosity If He Were A Rich Man.

Let Fortune Do Her Worst, Whatever She Makes Us Lose, So Long As She Never Makes Us Lose Our Honesty And Our Independence.

There Still Remains To Mortify A Wit The Many-headed Monster Of The Pit.

What Nature Wants, Commodious Gold Bestows; 'tis Thus We Cut The Bread Another Sows.