My Trade And Art Is To Live.

Petty Vexations May At Times Be Petty, But Still They Are Vexations. The Smallest And Most Inconsiderable Annoyances Are The Most Piercing. As Small Letters Weary The Eye Most, So The Smallest Affairs Disturb Us Most.

It Is Not Death, It Is Dying That Alarms Me.

No Wind Serves Him Who Addresses His Voyage To No Certain Port.

I Give My Opinion Not As Being Good, But As Being My Own.

We Cannot Fail In Following Nature.