To Be Nameless In Worthy Deeds Exceeds

To Extend Our Memories By Monuments, Whose Death We Daily Pray For, And Whose Duration We Cannot Hope, Without Injury To Our Expectations In The Advent Of The Last Day, Were A Contradiction To Our Belief.

Nature Proceeds Little By Little From Things Lifeless To Animal Life In Such A Way That It Is Impossible To Determine The Exact Line Ure Hath Made One World, And Art Another. In Brief, All Things Are Artificial; For Nature Is The Art Of God.

Be Able To Be Alone. Lose Not The Advantage Of Solitude.

Where I Cannot Satisfy My Reason, I Love To Humour My Fancy.

The Discourses Of The Table Among True Loving Friends Are Held In Strict Silence.