Truth Is The Foundation Of All Knowledge

Every Language Is So Full Of Its Own Proprieties That What Is Beautiful In One Is Often Barbarous, Nay, Sometimes Nonsense, In Another.

For All The Happiness Mankind Can Gain Is Not In Pleasure, But In Rest From Pain.

We First Make Our Habits, And Then Our Habits Make Us.

My Heart's So Full Of Joy, That I Shall Do Some Wild Extravagance Of Love In Public; And The Foolish World, Which Knows Not Tenderness, Will Think Me Mad.

For Danger Levels Man And Brute And All Are Fellows In Their Need.