Every Movement Reveals Us.

No Wind Favors He Who Has No Destined Port.

I Agree That We Should Work And Prolong The Functions Of Life As Far As We Can, And Hope That Death May Find Me Planting My Cabbages, But Indifferent To Him And Still More To The Unfinished State Of My Garden.

Things Seem Greater By Imagination Than They Are In Effect.

I See Several Animals That Live So Entire And Perfect A Life, Some Without Sight, Others Without Hearing: Who Knows Whether To Us Also One, Two, Or Three, Or Many Other Senses, May Not Be Wanting?

There Were Many Terrible Things In My Life And Most Of Them Never Happened.