Perhaps Man Is The Only Being That

Frequent Discontent Must Proceed From Frequent Hardships.

A Man Used To Vicissitudes Is Not Easily Dejected.

To Exact Of Every Man Who Writes That He Should Say Something New, Would Be To Reduce Authors To A Small Number; To Oblige The Most Fertile Genius To Say Only What Is New, Would Be To Contract His Volumes To A Few Pages. Yet, Surely, There Ought To Be Some Bounds To Repetition; Libraries Ought No More To Be Heaped For Ever With The Same Thoughts Differently Expressed, Than With The Same Books Differently Decorated.

Words Are Daughters Of Earth But Ideas Are Sons Of Heaven.

No Degree Of Knowledge Attainable By Man Is Able To Set Him Above The Want Of Hourly Assistance.