Industry Need Not Wish.

Let Honesty Be As The Breath Of Thy Soul; Then Shalt Thou Reach The Point Of Happiness, And Independence Shall Be Thy Shield And Buckler, Thy Helmet And Crown; Then Shall Thy Soul Walk Upright, Nor Stoop To The Silken Wretch Because He Hath Riches, Nor Pocket An Abuse Because The Hand Which Offers It Wears A Ring Set With Diamonds.

In Rivers And Bad Governments The Lightest Things Swim At Top.

My Father's Little Library Consisted Chiefly Of Books In Polemic Divinity, Most Of Which I Read, And Have Since Often Regretted That, At A Time When I Had Such A Thirst For Knowledge, More Proper Books Had Not Fallen In My Way Since It Was Now Resolved I Should Not Be A Clergyman.

I Imagine It Great Vanity In Me To Suppose That The Supremely Perfect Does In The Least Regard Such An Inconsiderable Nothing As Man. More Especially, Since It Is Impossible For Me To Have Any Positive, Clear Idea Of That Which Is Infinite And Incomprehensible, I Cannot Conceive Otherwise Than That He, The Infinite Father, Expects Or Requires No Worship Or Praise From Us, But That He Is Even Infinitely Above It.

If You Wish Information And Improvement From The Knowledge Of Others, And Yet At The Same Time Express Yourself As Firmly Fix'd In Your Present Opinions, Modest, Sensible Men, Who Do Not Love Disputation, Will Probably Leave You Undisturbed In The Possession Of Your Error.