My Trade And Art Is To Live.

Habituation Puts To Sleep The Eye Of Our Judgment.

We Are Nearer Neighbours To Ourselves Than Whiteness To Snow, Or Weight To Stones.

Man (in Good Earnest) Is A Marvellous Vain, Fickle, And Unstable Subject, And On Whom It Is Very Hard To Form Any Certain And Uniform Judgment.

Truly Man Is A Marvelously Vain, Diverse, And Undulating Object. It Is Hard To Found Any Constant And Uniform Judgment On Him.

There Never Were, In The World, Two Opinions Alike, No More Than Two Hairs, Or Two Grains; The Most Universal Quality Is Diversity.