I Do Not Teach. I Relate.

All Of The Days Go Toward Death And The Last One Arrives There.

I Look Upon The Too Good Opinion That Man Has Of Himself, As The Nursing Mother Of All False Opinions, Both Public And Private.

Nature Should Have Been Pleased To Have Made This Age Miserable, Without Making It Also Ridiculous.

In My Opinion, The Most Fruitful And Natural Play Of The Mind Is Conversation. I Find It Sweeter Than Any Other Action In Life; And If I Were Forced To Choose, I Think I Would Rather Lose My Sight Than My Hearing And Voice. The Study Of Books Is A Drowsy And Feeble Exercise Which Does Not Warm You Up.

The Study Of Books Is A Drowsy And Feeble Exercise Which Does Not Warm You Up.