Praise Is A Debt We Owe Unto

The Long Habit Of Living Indisposeth Us For Dying.

I Cannot Tell By What Logic We Call A Toad, A Bear, Or An Elephant Ugly; They Being Created In Those Outward Shapes And Figures Which Best Express The Actions Of Their Inward Forms.

There Is No Royal Road Or Ready Way To Virtue.

For The World, I Count It Not An Inn, But A Hospital; And A Place Not To Live, But To Die In.

Oblivion Is Not To Be Hired.