The World Is Run By The People

When About 16 Years Of Age, I Happened To Meet With A Book Written By One Tryon, Recommending A Vegetable Diet. I Determined To Go Into It.... My Refusing To Eat Flesh Occasioned An Inconveniency, And I Was Frequently Chid For My Singularity.

In 1736 I Lost One Of My Sons, A Fine Boy Of Four Years Old, By The Small-pox, Taken In The Common Way. I Long Regretted Bitterly, And Still Regret That I Had Not Given It To Him By Inoculation. This I Mention For The Sake Of Parents Who Omit That Operation, On The Supposition That They Should Never Forgive Themselves If A Child Died Under It; My Example Showing That The Regret May Be The Same Either Way, And That, Therefore, The Safer Should Be Chosen.

Arguing Is A Game That Two Can Play At. But It Is A Strange Game In That Neither Opponent Ever Wins.

At Twenty Years Of Age The Will Reigns; At Thirty, The Wit; And At Forty, The Judgment.

If Anyone Should Doubt Whether The Electrical Matter Passes Through The Substance Of Bodies, Or Only Over Along Their Surfaces, A Shock From An Electrified Large Glass Jar, Taken Through His Own Body, Will Probably Convince Him.