I Have Tried If I

Be Substantially Great In Thyself, And More Than Thou Appearest Unto Others.

Had Not Almost Every Man Suffered By The Press, Or Were Not The Tyranny Thereof Become Universal, I Had Not Wanted Reason For Complaint.

What Then Is The Wisdom Of The Times Called Old? Is It The Wisdom Of Gray Hairs? No. It Is The Wisdom Of The Cradle.

I Envy No Man That Knows More Than Myself, But Pity Them That Know Less.

There Is No Royal Road Or Ready Way To Virtue.