When The Well Is Dry, We Know

Our Constitution Is In Actual Operation; Everything Appears To Promise That It Will Last; But In This World Nothing Is Certain But Death And Taxes.

This Modesty In A Sect Is Perhaps A Singular Instance In The History Of Mankind, Every Other Sect Supposing Itself In Possession Of All Truth, And That Those Who Differ Are So Far In The Wrong ; Like A Man Traveling In Foggy Weather, Those At Some Distance Before Him On The Road He Sees Wrapped Up In The Fog, As Well As Those Behind Him, And Also The People In The Fields On Each Side, But Near Him All Appears Clear, Tho' In Truth He Is As Much In The Fog As Any Of Them.

Who Judges Best Of A Man, His Enemies Or Himself?

The Best Tranquilizer Is A Clear Conscience.

Many Dishes Many Diseases, Many Medicines Few Cures.