Whatever The Soul Knows How To Seek,

Would That The Simple Maxim, That Honesty Is The Best Policy, Might Be Laid To Heart; That A Sense Of The True Aim Of Life Might Elevate The Tone Of Politics And Trade Till Public And Private Honor Become Identical.

Truth Is The Nursing Mother Of Genius. No Man Can Be Absolutely True To Himself, Eschewing Cant, Compromise, Servile Imitation, And Complaisance Without Becoming Original.

I Find No Intellect Comparable To My Own

No Temple Can Still The Personal Griefs And Strifes In The Breasts Of Its Visitors.

Nature Seems To Have Poured Forth Her Riches So Without Calculation, Merely To Mark The Fullness Of Her Joy.