Eat To Please Thyself, But Dress To

Tomorrow, Every Fault Is To Be Amended; But That Tomorrow Never Comes.

Great Good Nature Without Prudence Is A Great Misfortune.

A Man Of Knowledge Like A Rich Soil, Feeds If Not A World Of Corn, A World Of Weeds.

Each Year One Vicious Habit Discarded, In Time Might Make The Worst Of Us Good.

My Father's Little Library Consisted Chiefly Of Books In Polemic Divinity, Most Of Which I Read, And Have Since Often Regretted That, At A Time When I Had Such A Thirst For Knowledge, More Proper Books Had Not Fallen In My Way Since It Was Now Resolved I Should Not Be A Clergyman.