Can anything be imagined so ridiculous, that this miserable and wretched creature [man], who is not so much as master of himself, but subject to the injuries of all things, should call himself master and emperor of the world, of which he has not power to know the least part, much less to command the whole?
Certainly man is a remarkably vain, variable, and elusive subject.10 It is hard to base any constant, uniform judgment upon him.
Death, they say, acquits us of all obligations.
The reverse side of truth has a hundred thousand shapes and no defined limits.
On the highest throne in the world, we still sit only on our own bottom.
The customs and practices of life in society sweep us along.