They Have A Right To Censure That

Man, Being Made Reasonable, And So A Thinking Creature, There Is Nothing More Worthy Of His Being Than The Right Direction And Employment Of His Thoughts; Since Upon This Depends Both His Usefulness To The Public, And His Own Present And Future Benefit In All Respects.

Passion Is The Mob Of The Man, That Commits A Riot Upon His Reason.

Love Grows, Lust Wastes By Enjoyment.

I Expect To Pass Through This World But Once. Any Good Therefore That I Can Do ... Let Me Do It Now.

Eat... To Live, And Do Not Live To Eat.