Justice Renders To Every One His Due.

There Is Nothing So Charming As The Knowledge Of Literature; Of That Branch Of Literature, I Mean, Which Enables Us To Discover The Infinity Of Things, The Immensity Of Nature, The Heavens, The Earth, And The Seas; This Is That Branch Which Has Taught Us Religion, Moderation, Magnanimity, And That Has Rescued The Soul From Obscurity; To Make Her See All Things Above And Below, First And Last, And Between Both; It Is This That Furnishes Us Wherewith To Live Well And Happily, And Guides Us To Pass Our Lives Without Displeasure And Without Offence.

Most Happy Is He Who Is Entirely Self-reliant, And Who Centers All His Requirements In Himself Alone.

If You Pursue Good With Labor, The Labor Passes Away But The Good Remains; If You Pursue Evil With Pleasure, The Pleasure Passes Away And The Evil Remains.

As The Grace Of Man Is In The Mind, So The Beauty Of The Mind Is Eloquence.

Mental Stains Can Not Be Removed By Time, Nor Washed Away By Any Waters. [lat., Animi Labes Nec Diuturnitate Vanescere Nec Omnibus Ullis Elui Potest.]