I Prefer Liberty With Danger Than Peace

It Is Not Our Criminal Actions That Require Courage To Confess, But Those Which Are Ridiculous And Foolish.

I Love Idleness. I Love To Busy Myself About Trifles, To Begin A Hundred Things And Not Finish One Of Them, To Come And Go As My Fancy Bids Me, To Change My Plan Every Moment, To Follow A Fly In All Its Circlings, To Try And Uproot A Rock To See What Is Underneath, Eagerly To Begin A Ten-years' Task To Give It Up After Ten Minutes: In Short, To Fritter Away The Whole Day Inconsequentially And Incoherently, And To Follow Nothing But The Whim Of The Moment.

Inopportune Consolations Increase A Deep Sorrow.

Our Affections As Well As Our Bodies Are In Perpetual Flux.

The Man Is Best Served Who Has No Occasion To Put The Hands Of Others At The End Of His Own Arms.