A sketch of a man facing to the right.
We are but one of the multitude, in no respect better than any other in it.
All registers which, it is acknowledged, ought to be kept secret, ought certainly never to exist.
Whatever work he does, beyond what is sufficient to purchase his own maintenance, can be squeezed out of him by violence only, and not by any interest of his own.
Every man lives by exchanging.
The learned ignore the evidence of their senses to preserve the coherence of the ideas of their imagination.