A Man Should Not So Much Respect

For Truth Itself Has Not The Privilege To Be Spoken At All Times And In All Sorts.

There Is No Pleasure To Me Without Communication: There Is Not So Much As A Sprightly Thought Comes Into My Mind That It Does Not Grieve Me To Have Produced Alone, And That I Have No One To Tell It To.

To Philosophize Is To Learn To Die.

All Of The Days Go Toward Death And The Last One Arrives There.

I Want Death To Find Me Planting My Cabbages, But Careless Of Death, And Still More Of My Unfinished Garden.