Lightning Does Not Often Strike Twice In

Felicity, The Companion Of Content, Is Rather Found In Our Own Breasts Than In The Enjoyment Of External Things; And I Firmly Believe It Requires But A Little Philosophy To Make A Man Happy In Whatever State He Is.

In This Time The Enemy Began To Undermine Our Fort, Which Was Situated Sixty Yards From Kentucky River.

It Isn't How You Die. It's What You Live For.

Nothing Embitters My Old Age [like] The Circulation Of Absurd Stories That I Retire As Civilization Advances, That I Shun The White Men And Seek The Indians, And That Now Even When Old, I Seek To Retire Beyond The Second Alleganies.

May The Same Almighty Goodness Banish The Accursed Monster, War, From All Lands, With Her Hated Associates, Rapine And Insatiable Ambition!