They Best Pass Over The World Who

[on Thomas Seymour's Death:] This Day Died A Man Of Much Wit And Very Little Judgment.

Eyes Of Youth Have Sharp Sight But Commonly Not So Deep As Those Of Elder Age.

If I Follow The Inclination Of My Nature, It Is This: Beggar-woman And Single, Far Rather Than Queen And Married.

When We Hang On To Resentments, We Poison Ourselves. As Compulsive Overeaters, We Cannot Afford Resentment, Since It Exacerbates Our Disease.

The Sea, As Well As The Air, Is A Free And Common Thing To All; And A Particular Nation Cannot Pretend To Have The Right To The Exclusion Of All Others, Without Violating The Rights Of Nature And Public Usage.