There Are Gems Of Thought

I Speak Of That Learning Which Wakes Us Acquainted With The Boundless Extent Of Nature, And The Universe, And Which Even While We Remain In This World, Discovers To Us Both Heaven, Earth, And Sea.

Time Puts An End To Speculation In Opinions, And Confirms The Laws Of Nature.

What We Call Pleasure, And Rightly So Is The Absence Of All Pain.

Studies Are The Food Of Youth, The Delight Of Old Age; The Ornament Of Prosperity, The Refuge And Comfort Of Adversity; A Delight At Home, And No Hindrance Abroad; They Are Companions By Night, And In Travel, And In The Country.

No Sensible Man (among The Many Things That Have Been Written On This Kind) Ever Imputed Inconsistency To Another For Changing His Mind. [lat., Nemo Doctus Unquam (multa Autem De Hoc Genere Scripta Sunt) Mutationem Consili Inconstantiam Dixit Esse.]