Praise Is A Debt We Owe Unto

Man Is A Noble Animal, Splendid In Ashes, And Pompous In The Grave.

If There Be Any Among Those Common Objects Of Hatred I Do Contemn And Laugh At, It Is That Great Enemy Of Reason, Virtue, And Religion, The Multitude; That Numerous Piece Of Monstrosity, Which, Taken Asunder, Seem Men, And The Reasonable Creatures Of God, But, Confused Together, Make But One Great Beast, And A Monstrosity More Prodigious Than Hydra.

I Have Tried If I Could Reach That Great Resolution . . . To Be Honest Without A Thought Of Heaven Or Hell.

To Be Nameless In Worthy Deeds Exceeds An Infamous History.

Think It More Satisfactory To Live Richly Than Die Rich.