Every Man Bears The Whole Stamp Of

To How Many Blockheads Of My Time Has A Cold And Taciturn Demeanor Procured The Credit Of Prudence And Capacity!

I Had Rather Complain Of Ill-fortune Than Be Ashamed Of Victory.

The Soul That Has No Established Aim Loses Itself

I Agree That We Should Work And Prolong The Functions Of Life As Far As We Can, And Hope That Death May Find Me Planting My Cabbages, But Indifferent To Him And Still More To The Unfinished State Of My Garden.

Silence And Modesty Are Very Valuable Qualities In Conversation.