Some Men Seem Remarkable To The World

There Is Nothing On Which Men Are Commonly More Intent Than On Making A Way For Their Opinions.

The World Is But A Perennial Movement. All Things In It Are In Constant Motion-the Earth, The Rocks Of The Caucasus, The Pyramids Of Egypt-both With The Common Motion And With Their Own.

Dreams Are Faithful Interpreters Of Our Inclinations; But There Is Art Required To Sort And Understand Them.

I Know That The Arms Of Friendship Are Long Enough To Reach From The One End Of The World To The Other

To Smell, Though Well, Is To Stink.