Nothing can allay the rage of biting envy.
Nature has given the opportunity of happiness to all, knew they but how to use it.
Lust, forgetful of future suffering, hurries us along the forbidden path.
Here is a fine field for talent.
Men live best upon a little; Nature has given to all the privilege of being happy, if they but knew how to use their gifts.
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.