Here Let Me Sit In Sorrow For

Philosophy ... Should Not Pretend To Increase Our Present Stock, But Make Us Economists Of What We Are Possessed Of.

Thus Love Is The Most Easy And Agreeable, And Gratitude The Most Humiliating, Affection Of The Mind. We Never Reflect On The Man We Love Without Exulting In Our Choice, While He Who Has Bound Us To Him By Benefits Alone Rises To Our Ideas As A Person To Whom We Have In Some Measure Forfeited Our Freedom.

Silence Gives Consent.

We Are All Sure Of Two Things, At Least; We Shall Suffer And We Shall All Die.

Books Are Necessary To Correct The Vices Of The Polite; But Those Vices Are Ever Changing, And The Antidote Should Be Changed Accordingly Should Still Be New.