We Must Eat To Live,

The Same Animal Which Hath The Honour To Have Some Part Of His Flesh Eaten At The Table Of A Duke, May Perhaps Be Degraded In Another Part,and Some Of His Limbs Gibbeted, As It Were, In The Vilest Stall In Town.

Worth Begets In Base Minds, Envy; In Great Souls, Emulation.

Setting Down In Writing, Is A Lasting Memory.

Men Who Pay For What They Eat Will Insist On Gratifying Their Palates

The Good Or Evil We Confer On Others Very Often, I Believe, Recoils On Ourselves; For As Men Of A Benign Disposition Enjoy Their Own Acts Of Beneficence Equally With Those To Whom They Are Done, So There Are Scarce Any Natures So Entirely Diabolical As To Be Capable Of Doing Injuries Without Paying Themselves Some Pangs For The Ruin Which They Bring On Their Fellow-creatures.