A Thing Well Said Will Be Wit

For My Part, I Can Compare Her (a Gossip) To Nothing But The Sun; For, Like Him, She Knows No Rest, Nor Ever Sets In One Place But To Rise In Another.

The Perverseness Of My Fate Is Such That He's Not Mine Because He's Mine Too Much.

All Authors To Their Own Defects Are Blind.

Truth Is The Foundation Of All Knowledge And The Cement Of All Societies.

Whistling To Keep Myself From Being Afraid.