It's A Poor Doctor Who Can't Cure

It Is Naturally Given To All Men To Esteem Their Own Inventions Best.

Whoever Loveth Me, Loveth My Hound.

Nobody Owns Anything But Everyone Is Rich - For What Greater Wealth Can There Be Than Cheerfulness, Peace Of Mind, And Freedom From Anxiety?

We Cannot Go To Heaven In Featherbeds.

. . . The State Of Things And The Dispositions Of Men Were Then Such, That A Man Could Not Well Tell Whom He Might Trust Or Whom He Might Fear.