Death Borders Upon Our Birth, And Our

Recreation Is Intended To The Mind As Whetting Is To The Scythe, To Sharpen The Edge Of It, Which Otherwise Would Grow Dull And Blunt,--as Good No Scythe As No Edge.

A Man's Opinion Is In Others; His Being Is In Himself.

What Fools Are We, To Be Besotted With The Love Of Our Own Trouble, And To Hate Our Liberty And Rest!

Those Who Give Not Till They Die Show That They Would Not Then If They Could Keep It Any Longer.

Fools Measure Actions, After They Are Done, By The Event; Wise Men Beforehand, By The Rules Of Reason And Right. The Former Look To The End, To Judge Of The Act. Let Me Look To The Act, And Leave The End With God.