Nature Has, Herself, I Fear, Imprinted In

Men Throw Themselves On Foreign Assistances To Spare Their Own, Which, After All, Are The Only Certain And Sufficient Ones.

I Am Myself The Matter Of My Book.

A Little Folly Is Desirable In Him That Will Not Be Guilty Of Stupidity.

Taking It All In All, I Find It Is More Trouble To Watch After Money Than To Get It.

Intemperance Is The Plaque Of Sensuality, And Temperance Is Not Its Bane But Its Seasoning.