The World Is But A Perpetual See-saw.

Persons Of Mean Understandings, Not So Inquisitive, Nor So Well Instructed, Are Made Good Christians, And By Reverence And Obedience, Implicity Believe, And Abide By Their Belief.

The Finest Lives In My Opinion Are The Common Model, Without Miracle And Without Extravagance.

As Far As I Am Concerned, No Road That Would Lead Us To Health Is Either Arduous Or Expensive.

There Is Some Shadow Of Delight And Delicacy Which Smiles Upon And Flatters Us Even In The Very Lap Of Melancholy.

It Is Very Easy To Accuse A Government Of Imperfection, For All Mortal Things Are Full Of It.