If A Man Will Begin With Certainties,

One Of The Fathers Saith . . . That Old Men Go To Death, And Death Comes To Young Men.

He That Plots To Be The Only Figure Among Ciphers [zeros], Is The Decay Of The Whole Age.

Nothing Is Pleasant That Is Not Spiced With Variety.

I Foresee It And Yet I Hardly Ever Carry It Out As I Foresee It. It Transforms Itself By The Actual Paint. I Don't In Fact Know Very Often What The Paint Will Do, And It Does Many Things Which Are Very Much Better Than I Could Make It Do.

Antiquities, Or Remnants Of History, Are, As Was Said, Tanquam Tabula Naufragii: When Industrious Persons, By An Exact And Scrupulous Diligence And Observation, Out Of Monuments, Names, Words, Proverbs, Traditions, Private Records And Evidences, Fragments Of Stories, Passages Of Books That Concern Not Story, And The Like, Do Save And Recover Somewhat From The Deluge Of Time.