Light That Makes Things Seen,

Where We Desire To Be Informed 'tis Good To Contest With Men Above Ourselves; But To Confirm And Establish Our Opinions, 'tis Best To Argue With Judgments Below Our Own, That The Frequent Spoils And Victories Over Their Reasons May Settle In Ourselves An Esteem And Confirmed Opinion Of Our Own.

There Is No Royal Road Or Ready Way To Virtue.

Who Knows Whether The Best Of Men Be Known? Or Whether There Be Not More Remarkable Persons Forgot, Than Any That Stand Remembered In The Known Account Of Time?

For The World, I Count It Not An Inn, But A Hospital; And A Place Not To Live, But To Die In.

Man Is A Noble Animal, Splendid In Ashes, And Pompous In The Grave.