Every Man Is A New Method.

Surely Nobody Would Be A Charlatan, Who Could Afford To Be Sincere.

Everything In Nature Goes By Law, And Not By Luck.

Language Is A City To The Building Of Which Every Human Being Brought A Stone.

My Tongue Is Prone To Lose The Way,not So My Pen, For In A Letterwe Have Not Better Things To Say,but Surely Put Them Better.

Immitation Is Suicide.