The Man Without A Navel Still Lives

There Is No Royal Road Or Ready Way To Virtue.

We Term Sleep A Death By Which We May Be Literally Said To Die Daily; In Fine, So Like Death, I Dare Not Trust It Without My Prayers.

Light That Makes Things Seen, Makes Some Things Invisible.

Men Live By Intervals Of Reason Under The Sovereignty Of Humor And Passion.

I Could Never Divide Myself From Any Man Upon The Difference Of An Opinion, Or Be Angry With His Judgment For Not Agreeing With Me In That From Which Perhaps Within A Few Days I Should Dissent Myself.