Nature Clasps All Her Creatures In A

Nothing Prints More Lively In Our Minds Than Something We Wish To Forget.

My Life Has Been Full Of Terrible Misfortunes Most Of Which Never Happened.

He Who Does Not Live In Some Degree For Others, Hardly Lives For Himself.

We Cannot Do Without It, And Yet We Disgrace And Vilify The Same. It May Be Compared To A Cage, The Birds Without Despair To Get In, And Those Within Despair To Get Out.

Who Is Only Good That Others May Know It, And That He May Be The Better Esteemed When 'tis Known, Who Will Do Well But Upon Condition That His Virtue May Be Known To Men, Is One From Whom Much Service Is Not To Be Expected.