You are a little soul carrying around a corpse.
Your master is he who controls that on which you have set your heart or wish to avoid.
You are but an appearance, and not absolutely the thing you appear to be.
If one oversteps the bounds of moderation, the greatest pleasures cease to please.
Happiness is an equivalent for all troublesome things.
When the Idea, of any Pleasure strikes your Imagination... let that time be employed in making a just Computation between, the duration of the Pleasure, and that of the Repentance sure to follow it.