I Do Not Understand What The Man

It Is Foolish To Pluck Out One's Hair For Sorrow, As If Grief Could Be Assuaged By Baldness.

Man Is His Own Worst Enemy. [lat., Nihil Inimicius Quam Sibi Ipse.]

I Look Upon The Pleasure Which We Take In A Garden As One Of The Most Innocent Delights In Human Life. . . It Gives Us A Great Insight Into The Contrivance And Wisdom Of Nature, And Suggests Innumerable Subjects For Meditation.

Pardon Is Granted To Necessity.

Liberty Is Rendered Even More Precious By The Recollection Of Servitude.