Confidence In The Goodness Of

I Have Here Only Made A Nosegay Of Culled Flowers, And Have Brought Nothing Of My Own But The Thread That Tied Them Together.

Men ... Are Not Agreed About Any One Thing, Not Even That Heaven Is Over Our Heads.

There Is Not Much Less Vexation In The Government Of A Private Family Than In The Managing Of An Entire State.

Their Pupils And Their Little Charges Are Not Nourished And Fed By What They Learn: The Learning Is Passed From Hand To Hand With Only One End In View: To Show It Off, To Put Into Our Accounts To Entertain Others With It, As Though It Were Merely Counters, Useful For Totting Up And Producing Statements, But Having No Other Use Or Currency. 'apud Alios Loqui Didicerunt, Non Ipsi Secum' [they Have Learned How To Talk With Others, Not With Themselves]

Long Life, And Short, Are By Death Made All One; For There Is No Long, Nor Short, To Things That Are No More.