Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content >>
Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; charms strike the sight, >>
Know then this truth, enough for man to know virtue alone is happiness >>
Everyone is more or less mad on one point. >>
When we remember that we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life >>
Insanity is often the logic of an accurate mind overtasked. >>
For virtue's self may too much zeal be had; the worst of madmen is a saint run mad.