Choose Thy Clothes By Thine Own Eyes,

The Unspoken Word Never Defeats One. What One Does Not Say Does Not Have To Be Explained.

My Prison Shall Be My Grave Before I Will Budge A Jot; For I Owe My Conscience To No Mortal Man.

If A Civil Word Or Two Will Render A Man Happy, He Must Be A Wretch Indeed Who Will Not Give Them To Him. Such A Disposition Is Like Lighting Another Man's Candle By One's Own, Which Loses None Of Its Brilliancy By What The Other Gains.

We Are Apt To Love Praise, But Not Deserve It. But If We Would Deserve It, We Must Love Virtue More Than That.

A Garden, An Elaboratory, A Work - House, Improvements And Breeding, Are Pleasant And Profitable Diversions To The Idle And Ingenious: For Here They Miss Ill Company, And Converse With Nature And Art; Whose Variety Are Equally Grateful And Instructing; And Preserve A Good Constitution Of Body And Mind.