Why Do We Make So Much Of

When Good Men Die Their Goodness Does Not Perish, But Lives Though They Are Gone. As For The Bad, All That Was Theirs Dies And Is Buried With Them.

I Loathe A Friend Whose Gratitude Grows Old, A Friend Who Takes His Friend's Prosperity But Will Not Voyage With Him In His Grief

Men Honor Property Above All Else; It Has The Greatest Power In Human Life.

This Is Slavery, Not To Speak One's Thought.

The Same Man Cannot Well Be Skilled In Everything; Each Has His Special Excellence.