I Speak To The Paper, As I

The World Is But A School Of Inquisition; It Is Not Who Shall Enter The Ring, But Who Shall Run The Best Courses.

Wonder Is The Foundation Of All Philosophy, Inquiry The Progress, Ignorance The End.

To Distract Myself From Tiresome Thoughts, I Have Only To Resort To Books; They Easily Draw My Mind To Themselves And Away From Other Things.

The Public Weal Requires That Men Should Betray, And Lie, And Massacre.

There Are As Many And Innumerable Degrees Of Wit, As There Are Cubits Between This And Heaven.