He That Best Understands The World, Least

Praise Little, Dispraise Less.

This Modesty In A Sect Is Perhaps A Singular Instance In The History Of Mankind, Every Other Sect Supposing Itself In Possession Of All Truth, And That Those Who Differ Are So Far In The Wrong ; Like A Man Traveling In Foggy Weather, Those At Some Distance Before Him On The Road He Sees Wrapped Up In The Fog, As Well As Those Behind Him, And Also The People In The Fields On Each Side, But Near Him All Appears Clear, Tho' In Truth He Is As Much In The Fog As Any Of Them.

Sloth, Like Rust, Consumes Faster Than Labor Wears, While The Used Key Is Always Bright.

Never Ruin An Apology With An Excuse.

Is There Anything Men Take More Pains About Than To Render Themselves Unhappy?