Lust, forgetful of future suffering, hurries us along the forbidden path.
Death is the great leveller.
Nature has placed his own happiness in each man's hands, if he only knew how to use it.
Power call achieve more by gentle means than by violence.
Nature has given the opportunity of happiness to all, knew they but how to use it.
Luxury, that alluring pest with fair forehead, which, yielding always to the will of the body, throws a deadening influence over the senses, and weakens the limbs more than the drugs of Circe's cup.