We Are Born To Inquire Into Truth;

Whatever Is Enforced By Command Is More Imputed To Him Who Exacts Than To Him Who Performs.

Every One's True Worship Was That Which He Found In Use In The Place Where He Chanced To Be.

The Honor Of The Conquest Is Rated By The Difficulty.

There Is Some Shadow Of Delight And Delicacy Which Smiles Upon And Flatters Us Even In The Very Lap Of Melancholy.

We Find Ourselves More Taken With The Running Up And Down, The Games, And Puerile Simplicities Of Our Children, Than We Do, Afterward, With Their Most Complete Actions; As If We Had Loved Them For Our Sport, Like Monkeys, And Not As Men.