Winter Is The Night Of Vegetation.

All Good Writing Leaves Something Unexpressed.

Most Books Fail, Not So Much From A Want Of Ability In Their Authors, As From An Absence In Their Productions Of A Thorough Development Of Their Ability.

There Is No Tyrant Like Custom, And No Freedom Where Its Edicts Are Not Resisted.

We Should Not So Much Esteem Our Poverty As A Misfortune, Were It Not That The World Treats It So Much As A Crime

In Politics, Merit Is Rewarded By The Possessor Being Raised, Like A Target, To A Position To Be Fired At.