Envy Is A Littleness Of Soul, Which

Poverty Is The Test Of Civility And The Touchstone Of Friendship.

We Grow Tired Of Ourselves, Much More Of Other People.

In Exploring New And Doubtful Tracts Of Speculation, The Mind Strikes Out True And Original Views; As A Drop Of Water Hesitates At First What Direction It Will Take, But Afterwards Follows Its Own Course.

We Are Not Satisfied To Be Right, Unless We Can Prove Others To Be Quite Wrong.

Books Are A World In Themselves, It Is True; But They Are Not The Only World. The World Itself Is A Volume Larger Than All The Libraries In It.