Thinkers Are As Scarce As Gold.

The Proportion Of Genius To The Vulgar Is Like One To A Million.

Habit Is Altogether Too Arbitrary A Master For Me To Submit To.

As Man's Love Or Hatred, So He. Love And Hatred Exist Only Personified.

What Do I Owe To My Times, To My Country, To My Neighbors, To My Friends? Such Are The Questions Which A Virtuous Man Ought Often To Ask Himself.

Who Makes Quick Use Of The Moment Is A Genius Of Prudence.