The Ground That A Good Man Treads

No Wonder We Are All More Or Less Pleased With Mediocrity, Since It Leaves Us At Rest, And Gives The Same Comfortable Feeling As When One Associates With His Equals.

Who Longs In Solitude To Live, Ah! Soon His Wish Will Gain: Men Hope And Love, Men Get And Give, And Leave Him To His Pain.

Those Who Have No Hope For A Future Life Are Already Dead For The Present One.

To Be Pleased With One's Limits Is A Wretched State.

The Highest Happiness Of Man ... Is To Have Probed What Is Knowable And Quietly To Revere What Is Unknowable.