The Merchant Has No Country .

Hindsight Is An Exact Science. Hold Fast To Your Dreams, For It Dreams Die, Life Is A Broken-winged Bird That Cannot Fly. How Much Pain They Have Cost Us, The Evils Which Have Never Happened.

Nature Intended Me For The Tranquil Pursuits Of Science By Rendering Them My Supreme Delight.

The Bloom Of Monticello Is Chilled By My Solitude.

You Will Perceive By My Preaching That I Am Growing Old: It Is The Privilege Of Years, And I Am Sure You Will Pardon It From The Purity Of It's Motives.

All The World Would Be Christian If They Were Taught The Pure Gospel Of Christ!.