Would You Persuade, Speak Of

A Man Of Knowledge Like A Rich Soil, Feeds If Not A World Of Corn, A World Of Weeds.

I Have Sometimes Almost Wished It Had Been My Destiny To Be Born Two Or Three Centuries Hence.

Great Beauty, Great Strength, And Great Riches Are Really And Truly Of No Great Use; A Right Heart Exceeds All

In My Youth, I Traveled Much, And I Observed In Different Countries, That The More Public Provisions Were Made For The Poor, The Less They Provided For Themselves, And Of Course Became Poorer. And, On The Contrary, The Less Was Done For Them, The More They Did For Themselves, And Became Richer.

Success Has Ruin'd Many A Man.