This Only Is Certain, That

A God Cannot Procure Death For Himself, Even If He Wished It, Which, So Numerous Are The Evils Of Life, Has Been Granted To Man As Our Chief Good.

The Great Business Of Man Is To Improve His Mind, And Govern His Manners; All Other Projects And Pursuits, Whether In Our Power To Compass Or Not, Are Only Amusements.

When Collapse Is Imminent, The Little Rodents Flee.

In Comparing Various Authors With One Another, I Have Discovered That Some Of The Gravest And Latest Writers Have Transcribed, Word For Word, From Former Works, Without Making Acknowledgment.

Most Men Are Afraid Of A Bad Name, But Few Fear Their Consciences.