Every Man Who Attacks My Belief, Diminishes

When A Man Is Tried Of London, He Is Tired Of Life.

Every Man Wishes To Be Wise, And They Who Cannot Be Wise Are Almost Always Cunning.

The Happiness Of Building Lasted But A Little While, For Though I Love To Spend, I Hate To Be Cheated; And I Soon Found, That To Build Is To Be Robbed.

They Who Look But Little Into Futurity, Have, Perhaps, The Quickest Sensation Of The Present.

Sleep Is A State In Which A Great Part Of Every Life Is Passed. No Animal Has Yet Been Discovered, Whose Existence Is Not Varied With Intervals Of Insensibility; And Some Late Philosophers Have Extended The Empire Of Sleep Over The Vegetable World.