Yet Is Every Man His

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

I Could Never Divide Myself From Any Man Upon The Difference Of An Opinion, Or Be Angry With His Judgment For Not Agreeing With Me In That From Which Perhaps Within A Few Days I Should Dissent Myself.

A Little Water Makes A Sea, A Small Puff Of Wind A Tempest.

Yes, Even Amongst Wiser Militants, How Many Wounds Have Been Given, And Credits Slain, For The Poor Victory Of An Opinion, Or Beggarly Conquest Of A Distinction.

God Hath Varied The Inclinations Of Men According To The Variety Of Actions To Be Performed.