Truth never was indebted to a lie
We are all born originals - why is it so many of us die copies?
O let me be undone the common way, And have the common comfort to be pity'd, And not be ruin'd in the mask of bliss, And so be envy'd, and be wretched too!
Men are but men; we did not make ourselves.
Read nature; nature is a friend to truth.
Ne'er to meet, or ne'er to part, is peace.