That In Affairs Of Very Considerable Importance

None Are Too Wise To Be Mistaken, But Few Are So Wisely Just As To Acknowledge And Correct Their Mistakes, And Especially The Mistakes Of Prejudice.

If We Desire To Live Securely, Comfortably, And Quietly, That By All Honest Means We Should Endeavor To Purchase The Good Will Of All Men, And Provoke No Man's Enmity Needlessly; Since Any Man's Love May Be Useful, And Every Man's Hatred Is Dangerous.

Sin Is Never At A Stay; If We Do Not Retreat From It, We Shall Advance In It; And The Farther On We Go, The More We Have To Come Back.

It Consisteth In One Knows Not What, And Springeth Up One Can Hardly Tell How. Its Ways Are Unaccountable And Inexplicable, Being Answerable To The Numberless Rovings Of Fancy And Windings Of Language.

Chance Never Writ A Legible Book; Chance Never Built A Fair House; Chance Never Drew A Neat Picture; It Never Did Any Of These Things, Nor Ever Will; Nor Can It Be Without Absurdity Supposed Able To Do Them; Which Yet Are Works Very Gross And Rude, Very Easy And Feasible, As It Were, In Comparison To The Production Of A Flower Or A Tree.