All The Wonders You Seek Are Within

It Is We That Are Blind, Not Fortune.

There Is A Rabble Among The Gentry As Well As The Commonalty; A Sort Of Plebeian Heads Whose Fancy Moves With The Same Wheel As These Men?in The Same Level With Mechanics, Though Their Fortunes Do Sometimes Gild Their Infirmities And Their Purses Compound For Their Follies.

There Is No Man Alone, Because Every Man Is A Microcosm, And Carries The Whole World About Him.

The Man Without A Navel Still Lives In Me.

Charity Begins At Home, Is The Voice Of The World.