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Words Are Daughters Of Earth But Ideas Are Sons Of Heaven.

Wealth Is Nothing In Itself; It Is Not Useful But When It Departs From Us.

If The Man Who Turnips Cries, Cry Not When His Father Dies, 'tis Proof That He Had Rather Have A Turnip Than His Father.

The Complaint, Therefore, That All Topicks Are Preoccupied, Is Nothing More Than The Murmur Of Ignorance Or Idleness, By Which Some Discourage Others, And Some Themselves; The Mutability Of Mankind Will Always Furnish Writers With New Images, And The Luxuriance Of Fancy May Always Embellish Them With New Decorations.

You Hesitate To Stab Me With A Word, And Know Not - Silence Is The Sharper Sword.