The Mercantile Business Did Not Suit Me

I Discover That My Friends Think Only Of My Apparel, And Those Upon Whom I Have Conferred Acts Of Kindness Prefer To Remind Me Of My Errors.

I Wish I Had Eight Pairs Of Hands, And Another Body To Shoot The Specimens.

The Nature Of The Place...whether High Or Low, Moist Or Dry, Whether Sloping North Or South, Or Bearing Tall Trees Or Low Shrubs...generally Gives Hint As To Its Inhabitants.

The Best Recommendation I Can Have Is My Own Talents, And The Fruits Of My Own Labors, And What Others Will Not Do For Me, I Will Try And Do For Myself.

Poor France, Thy Fine Climate, Rich Vineyards, And The Wishes Of The Learned Avail Nothing; Thou Art A Destitute Beggar, And Not The Powerful Friend Thou Wert Represented To Me.