One Must Be A Little Foolish If

In Love, 'tis No Other Than Frantic Desire For That Which Flies From Us.

I Am Disgusted With Innovation, In Whatever Guise, And With Reason, For I Have Seen Very Harmful Effects Of It.

The Strength Of Any Plan Depends On The Time. Circumstances And Things Eternally Shift And Change.

I Agree That We Should Work And Prolong The Functions Of Life As Far As We Can, And Hope That Death May Find Me Planting My Cabbages, But Indifferent To Him And Still More To The Unfinished State Of My Garden.

We Only Labor To Stuff The Memory, And Leave The Conscience And The Understanding Unfurnished And Void.