For God Is Like A Skilfull Geometrician.

There Is No Man Alone, Because Every Man Is A Microcosm, And Carries The Whole World About Him.

Not To Be Content With Life Is The Unsatisfactory State Of Those Which Destroy Themselves; Who Being Afraid To Live, Run Blindly Upon Their Own Death, Which No Man Fears By Experience.

Charity Begins At Home, Is The Voice Of The World.

There Is A Rabble Among The Gentry As Well As The Commonalty; A Sort Of Plebeian Heads Whose Fancy Moves With The Same Wheel As These Men?in The Same Level With Mechanics, Though Their Fortunes Do Sometimes Gild Their Infirmities And Their Purses Compound For Their Follies.

(death Is) A Leap Into The Dark.