Good Sense, Good Health, Good

Those Flimsy Webs That Break As Soon As Wrought, Attain Not To The Dignity Of Thought.

Made Poetry A Mere Mechanic Art.

We Are Never More In Danger Than When We Think Ourselves Most Secure, Nor In Reality More Secure Than When We Seem To Be Most In Danger.

The Solemn Fop; Significant And Budge; A Fool With Judges, Amongst Fools A Judge

Knowledge, A Rude Unprofitable Mass, The Mere Materials With Which Wisdom Builds, Till Smoothed And Squared And Fitted To Its Place, Does But Encumber Whom It Seems To Enrich. Knowledge Is Proud That He Has Learned So Much; Wisdom Is Humble That He Knows No More.