Nothing Is So Atrocious As Fancy Without

I Respect The Man Who Knows Distinctly What He Wants.

There Is Nothing In The World More Pitiable Than An Irresolute Man, Oscillating Between Two Feelings, Who Would Willingly Unite The Two And Who Does Not Perceive That Nothing Can Unite Them

I Do Not Know Myself, And God Forbid That I Should.

What I Possess I Would Gladly Retain. Change Amuses The Mind, Yet Scarcely Profits.

When I Consider The Narrow Limits Within Which Our Active And Inquiring Faculties Are Confined; When I See How All Our Energies Are Wasted In Providing For Mere Necessities, Which Again Have No Further End Than To Prolong A Wretched Existence; And Then That All Our Satisfaction Concerning Certain Subjects Of Investigation Ends In Nothing Better Than A Passive Resignation... When I Consider All This... I Am Silent.