A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes; The naked every day he clad When he put on his clothes.

[T]here are depths of thousands of miles which are hidden from our inquiry. The only tidings we have from those unfathomable regions are by means of volcanoes, those burning mountains that seem to discharge their materials from the lowest abysses of the earth.

Every want that stimulates the breast becomes a source of pleasure when redressed.

True generosity is a duty as indispensably necessary as those imposed on us by law.

He makes a very handsome corpse and becomes his coffin prodigiously.

Whenever you see a gaming table be sure to know fortune is not there. Rather she is always in the company of industry.

Popular glory is a perfect coquette; her lovers must toil, feel every inquietude, indulge every caprice, and perhaps at last be jilted into the bargain. True glory, on the other hand, resembles a woman of sense; her admirers must play no tricks. They feel no great anxiety, for they are sure in the end of being rewarded in proportion to their merit.