It Is Fortune, Not Wisdom, That Rules

The Long Time To Come When I Shall Not Exist Has More Effect On Me Than This Short Present Time, Which Nevertheless Seems Endless.

We Cannot Employ The Mind To Advantage When We Are Filled With Excessive Food And Drink.

No Sensible Man Ever Imputes Inconsistency To Another For Changing His Minds.

The Man Who Backbites An Absent Friend, Nay, Who Does Not Stand Up For Him When Another Blames Him, The Man Who Angles For Bursts Of Laughter And For The Repute Of A Wit, Who Can Invent What He Never Saw, Who Cannot Keep A Secret -- That Man Is Black At Heart: Mark And Avoid Him.

If I Am Mistaken In My Opinion That The Human Soul Is Immortal, I Willingly Err; Nor Would I Have This Pleasant Error Extorted From Me; And If, As Some Minute Philosophers Suppose, Death Should Deprive Me Of My Being, I Need Not Fear The Raillery Of Those Pretended Philosophers When They Are No More.