I have, alas! Philosophy, Medicine, Jurisprudence too, And to my cost Theology, With ardent labor, studied through. And here I stand, with all my lore, Poor fool, no wiser than before.

Things which matter most must never be at the mercy of things which matter least.

We rather confess our moral errors, faults, and crimes than our ignorance.

Do people conform to the instructions of us old ones? Each thinks he must know best about himself, and thus many are lost entirely.

Self-love exaggerates our faults as well as our virtues.

Our passions are the true phoenixes; when the old one is burnt out, a new one rises from its ashes.

The eternal female draws us onward.