Do Not Expect To Be Acknowledged For

If There Were No Falsehood In The World, There Would Be No Doubt, If There Were No Doubt, There Would Be No Inquiry; If No Inquiry, No Wisdom, No Knowledge, No Genius; And Fancy Herself Would Lie Muffled Up In Her Robe, Inactive, Pale, And Bloated.

Friendship May Sometimes Step A Few Paces In Advance Of Truth.

Such Is Our Impatience, Such Our Hatred Of Procrastination, To Everything But The Amendment Of Our Practices And The Adornment Of Our Nature, One Would Imagine We Were Dragging Time Along By Force, And Not He Us.

True Wit, To Every Man, Is That Which Falls On Another.

I Hate False Words, And Seek With Care, Difficulty, And Moroseness, Those That Fit The Thing.