Officious, Innocent, Sincere, Of Every Friendless Name

The Superiority Of Some Men Is Merely Local. They Are Great Because Their Associates Are Little.

The Disturbers Of Our Happiness, In This World, Are Our Desires, Our Griefs, And Our Fears.

Truth Allows No Choice.

In Proportion As Our Cares Are Employed Upon The Future, They Are Abstracted From The Present, From The Only Time Which We Can Call Our Own, And Of Which, If We Neglect The Apparent Duties To Make Provision Against Visionary Attacks, We Shall Certainly Counteract Our Own Purpose.

Books To Judicious Compilers, Are Useful; To Particular Arts And Professions, They Are Absolutely Necessary; To Men Of Real Science, They Are Tools: But More Are Tools To Them.