What the unpenetrating world call Humanity, is often no more than a weak mind pitying itself.
Women love to be called cruel, even when they are kindest.
Every scholar, I presume, is not, necessarily, a man of sense.
What likelihood is there of corrupting a man who has no ambition.
I have my choice: who can wish for more? Free will enables us to do everything well while imposition makes a light burden heavy.
People who act like angels ought to have angels to deal with.