A Thankful Man Owes A Courtesy Ever;

All The Wise World Is Little Else, In Nature, But Parasites Or Subparasites.

Custom Is The Most Certain Mistress Of Language, As The Public Stamp Makes The Current Money.

Men That Talk Of Their Own Benefits Are Not Believed To Talk Of Them Because They Have Done Them, But To Have Done Them Because They Might Talk Of Them.

I Have No Urns, No Dusty Monuments; No Broken Images Of Ancestors, Wanting An Ear, Or Nose; No Forged Tales Of Long Descents, To Boast False Honors From.

Affliction Teacheth A Wicked Person Sometime To Pray; Prosperity Never.