Man is not born wicked; he becomes so, as he becomes sick.
He who cannot shine by thought, seeks to bring himself into notice by a witticism.
Perfection is attained by slow degrees; it requires the hand of time.
Work spares us from three evils: boredom, vice, and need.
If mankind were born tomorrow it would divide into groups; each would scramble to invent their one and only god, and set about butchering each-other.
Whatever you do, crush the infamous thing, and love those who love you.