Lust, forgetful of future suffering, hurries us along the forbidden path.

He who seeks to terrify others is more in fear himself.

Death is the great leveller.

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.

Nature has granted to all to be happy, if we did but know how to use her benefits.

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.