Any Man Can Make A Mistake; Only

What Nobler Employment, Or More Valuable To The State, Than That Of The Man Who Instructs The Rising Generation?

To Some Extent I Liken Slavery To Death.

The Cultivation Of The Mind Is A Kind Of Food Supplied For The Soul Of Man.

To Disregard What The World Thinks Of Us Is Not Only Arrogant But Utterly Shameless. [lat., Negligere Quid De Se Quisque Sentiat, Non Solum Arrogantis Est, Sed Etiam Omnino Dissoluti.]

Some Men Make A Womanish Complaint That It Is A Great Misfortune To Die Before Our Time. I Would Ask What Time? Is It That Of Nature? But She, Indeed, Has Lent Us Life, As We Do A Sum Of Money, Only No Certain Day Is Fixed For Payment. What Reason Then To Complain If She Demands It At Pleasure, Since It Was On This Condition That You Received It.