Wit, wîthout judgment, is a yessel without a rudder

719. — We must not look for liberty and equalîty in the republîc of letters. (77)

720. — Every one forsakes the setting snn to bow to the risîng sun.

721. — It is neither riches nor the law which renders free ; it is yirtue.

722. — The law which ponishes a criminal had been made in his fayour.

723. — We would rather haye our hands and feet tied than our tongue.

724 — Genius is uniyersal, style is local.