Locke, Whom There Is No Reason To

They That Have Grown Old In A Single State Are Generally Found To Be Morose, Fretful And Captious; Tenacious Of Their Own Practices And Maxims; Soon Offended By Contradiction Or Negligence; And Impatient Of Any Association But With Those That Will Watch Their Nod, And Submit Themselves To Unlimited Authority.

Human Life Is Everywhere A State In Which Much Is To Be Endured, And Little To Be Enjoyed.

Every Man Wishes To Be Wise, And They Who Cannot Be Wise Are Almost Always Cunning.

There Is Scarcely Any Writer Who Has Not Celebrated The Happiness Of Rural Privacy, And Delighted Himself And His Reader With The Melody Of Birds, The Whisper Of Groves, And The Murmur Of Rivulets.

No Evil Is Insupportable But That Which Is Accompanied With Consciousness Of Wrong.