Shall I Speak Truly What I Now

Virtue Is The Truest Liberty.

A Combed Writing Will Cost Both Sweat And The Rubbing Of The Brain. And Combed I Wish It, Not Frizzled Or Curled.

It Is A Most Unhappy State To Be At A Distance With God: Man Needs No Greater Infelicity Than To Be Left To Himself.

Any Man Shall Speak The Better When He Knows What Others Have Said, And Sometimes The Consciousness Of His Inward Knowledge Gives A Confidence To His Outward Behavior, Which Of All Other Is The Best Thing To Grace A Man In His Carriage.

Human Life Has Not A Surer Friend, Nor Oftentimes A Greater Enemy, Than Hope. It Is The Miserable Man's God, Which In The Hardest Gripe Of Calamity Never Fails To Yield To Him Beams Of Comfort. It Is The Presumptuous Man's Devil, Which Leads Him A While In A Smooth Way, And Then Suddenly Breaks His Neck.