Little Strokes Fell Great Oaks.

It Is A Grand Mistake To Think Of Being Great Without Goodness And I Pronounce It As Certain That There Was Never A Truly Great Man That Was Not At The Same Time Truly Virtuous.

The Things Of This World Take Up Too Much Of My Time, Of Which Indeed I Have Too Little Left, To Undertake Anything Like A Reformation In Religion.

Praise To The Undeserving Is Severe Satire.

The Poor Have Little; Beggars, None; The Rich, Too Much; Enough, Not One.

Revelation, Indeed, As Such Had No Influence On My Mind