He Is Rich Who Hath Enough To

I Could Never Divide Myself From Any Man Upon The Difference Of An Opinion, Or Be Angry With His Judgment For Not Agreeing With Me In That From Which Perhaps Within A Few Days I Should Dissent Myself.

Man Is A Noble Animal, Splendid In Ashes, And Pompous In The Grave.

Men Live By Intervals Of Reason Under The Sovereignty Of Humor And Passion.

Circles And Right Lines Limit And Close All Bodies, And The Mortal Right-lined Circle Must Conclude And Shut Up All.

Where I Cannot Satisfy My Reason, I Love To Humour My Fancy.