I Speak The Truth, Not My Fill

We Find Ourselves More Taken With The Running Up And Down, The Games, And Puerile Simplicities Of Our Children, Than We Do, Afterward, With Their Most Complete Actions; As If We Had Loved Them For Our Sport, Like Monkeys, And Not As Men.

Stubborn And Ardent Clinging To One's Opinion Is The Best Proof Of Stupidity.

There Is, Nevertheless, A Certain Respect And A General Duty Of Humanity That Ties Us, Not Only To Beasts That Have Life And Sense, But Even To Trees And Plants.

We Do Not Correct The Man We Hang; We Correct Others By Him.

For Truth Itself Has Not The Privilege To Be Spoken At All Times And In All Sorts.