It Is A Small Soul, Buried Beneath

Our Zeal Works Wonders, Whenever It Supports Our Inclination Toward Hatred, Cruelty, Ambition.

We Hold Death, Poverty, And Grief For Our Principal Enemies; But This Death, Which Some Repute The Most Dreadful Of All Dreadful Things, Who Does Not Know That Others Call It The Only Secure Harbor From The Storm And Tempests Of Life, The Sovereign Good Of Nature, The Sole Support Of Liberty, And The Common And Sudden Remedy Of All Evils?

If I Speak Of Myself In Different Ways, That Is Because I Look At Myself In Different Ways.

He Who Is Not Sure Of His Memory, Should Not Undertake The Trade Of Lying.

I Consider Myself An Average Man, Except In The Fact That I Consider Myself An Average Man.