Rashness Belongs To Youth; Prudence To Old

He Has No Worse Enemy Than Himself.

For One Day Spent Well, And Agreeably To Your Precepts, Is Preferable To An Eternity Of Error.

Summer Lasts Not For Ever; Seasons Succeed Each Other.

I Do Not Wish To Die: But I Care Not If I Were Dead. [lat., Emori Nolo: Sed Me Esse Mortuum Nihil Aestimo.]

When I Consider The Wonderful Activity Of The Mind, So Great A Memory Of What Is Past, And Such A Capacity Of Penetrating Into The Future: When I Behold Such A Number Of Arts And Sciences, And Such A Multitude Of Discoveries Hence Arising,--i Believe And Am Firmly Persuaded That A Nature Which Contains So Many Things Within Itself Cannot Be Mortal.