It is however, reasonable, to have perfection in our eye; that we may always advance towards it, though we know it never can be reached.
Wine gives a man nothing... it only puts in motion what had been locked up in frost.
A horse that can count to ten is a remarkable horse, not a remarkable mathematician.
Towering is the confidence of twenty-one.
When a Man is tried of London, he is tired of life.
Ease, a neutral state between pain and pleasure ... if it is not rising into pleasure will be falling towards pain.