No More Was Seen The Human Form

The Learned Is Happy, Nature To Explore; The Fool Is Happy, That He Knows No More.

The Finest Minds, Like The Finest Metals, Dissolve The Easiest.

It Is Not So Much The Being Exempt From Faults, As Having Overcome Them, That Is An Advantage To Us.

Conceit Is To Nature What Paint Is To Beauty; It Is Not Only Needless, But It Impairs What It Would Improve.

Hope Springs Eternal In The Human Breast: Man Never Is, But Always To Be Blest.