If The Truth Were Self-evident, Eloquence Would

It Is Difficult To Persuade Mankind That The Love Of Virtue Is The Love Of Themselves.

Nothing Stands Out So Conspicuously, Or Remains So Firmly Fixed In The Memory, As Something Which You Have Blundered.

All Soils Are Not Fertile.

We Are Not Born, We Do Not Live For Ourselves Alone; Our Country, Our Friends, Have A Share In Us.

It Is Difficult To Remember All, And Ungracious To Omit Any.