Intemperance is the plaque of sensuality, and temperance is not its bane but its seasoning.

Lovers are angry, reconciled, entreat, thank, appoint, and finally speak all things, by their.

Though we may be learned by another's knowledge, we can never be wise but by our own experience.

To forbid us anything is to make us have a mind to 't.

Tis the taste of effeminacy that disrelishes ordinary and accustomed things.

My art and profession is to live.

I determine nothing; I do not comprehend things; I suspend judgment; I examine.