What Makes Old Age So Sad Is,

In Women Everything Is Heart, Even The Head.

If Self-knowledge Is The Road To Virtue, So Is Virtue Still More The Road To Self-knowledge.

Because The Heart Beats Under A Covering Of Hair, Of Fur, Feathers, Or Wings, It Is, For That Reason, To Be Of No Account?

What A Father Says To His Children Is Not Heard By The World, But It Will Be Heard By Posterity.

For No One Does Life Drag More Disagreeably Than For Those Who Try To Speed It Up.