Words Are But The Signs Of Ideas.

That Distrust Which Intrudes So Often On Your Mind Is A Mode Of Melancholy, Which, If It Be The Business Of A Wise Man To Be Happy, It Is Foolish To Indulge; And If It Be A Duty To Preserve Our Faculties Entire For Their Proper Use, It Is Criminal. Suspicion Is Very Often An Useless Pain.

It Is Very Common For Us To Desire Most What We Are Least Qualified To Obtain.

We May Have Many Acquaintances, But We Can Have But Few Friends; This Made Aristotle Say That He That Hath Many Friends Hath None.

It Is A Maxim That No Man Was Ever Enslaved By Influence While He Was Fit To Be Free.

Language Is The Dress Of Thought.