The Dispersing And Scattering Our Names Into

I Neither Complain Of The Past, Nor Do I Fear The Future.

In Truth, The Care And Expense Of Our Fathers Aims Only At Furnishing Our Heads With Knowledge; Of Judgement And Virtue, Little News.

I Had Rather Fashion My Mind Than Furnish It.

It Is A Rare Life That Remains Orderly Even In Private.

Can Anything Be Imagined So Ridiculous That This Miserable And Wretched Creature, Who Is Not So Much As Master Of Himself, But Subject To The Injuries Of All Things, Should Call Himself Master And Emperor Of The World, Of Which He Has Not Power To Know The Least Part, Much Less To Command The Whole?