If We Restrict Liberty To Attain Security

I Didn't Fail The Test, I Just Found 100 Ways To Do It Wrong.

He That Rises Late Must Trot All Day.

In 1736 I Lost One Of My Sons, A Fine Boy Of Four Years Old, By The Small-pox, Taken In The Common Way. I Long Regretted Bitterly, And Still Regret That I Had Not Given It To Him By Inoculation. This I Mention For The Sake Of Parents Who Omit That Operation, On The Supposition That They Should Never Forgive Themselves If A Child Died Under It; My Example Showing That The Regret May Be The Same Either Way, And That, Therefore, The Safer Should Be Chosen.

When You Taste Honey, Remember Gall.

You Can Bear Your Own Faults, And Why Not A Fault In Your Wife?