We Are Apt To Be

A Vain Man Is A Nauseous Creature: He Is So Full Of Himself That He Has No Room For Anything Else, Be It Never So Good Or Deserving.

Passion Is The Mob Of The Man, That Commits A Riot Upon His Reason.

In All Debates, Let Truth Be Thy Aim, Not Victory, Or An Unjust Interest.

This Is The Comfort Of Friends, That Though They May Be Said To Die, Yet Their Friendship And Society Are, In The Best Sense, Ever Present, Because Immortal

Man, Being Made Reasonable, And So A Thinking Creature, There Is Nothing More Worthy Of His Being Than The Right Direction And Employment Of His Thoughts; Since Upon This Depends Both His Usefulness To The Public, And His Own Present And Future Benefit In All Respects.