Wholesome Solitude, The Nurse Of Sense!

There Never Was Any Party, Faction, Sect, Or Cabal Whatsoever, In Which The Most Ignorant Were Not The Most Violent; For A Bee Is Not A Busier Animal Than A Blockhead.

Charm Strikes The Sight, But Merit Wins The Soul.

Vices And Virtues Are Of A Strange Nature, For The More We Have, The Fewer We Think We Have.

What Riches Give Us Let Us Then Inquire: Meat, Fire, And Clothes. What More? Meat, Clothes, And Fire. Is This Too Little?

Words Are Like Leaves; And Where They Most Abound, Much Fruit Of Sense Beneath Is Rarely Found.