Prudence Is The Virtue Of The Senses.

A Foolish Consistency Is The Hobgoblin Of Little Minds, Adored By Little Statesmen And Philosophers And Divines.

None Shall Rule But The Humble,and None But Toil Shall Have.

Beauty Rests On Necessities.

As Long As A Man Stands In His Own Way, Everything Seems To Be In His Way.

The Unstable Estimates Of Men Crowd To Him Whose Mind Is Filled With A Truth, As The Heaped Waves Of The Atlantic Follow The Moon.