It was prettily devised of Aesop, The fly sat on the axle tree of the chariot wheel and said, what dust do I raise!

It is a strange desire, to seek power, and to lose liberty; or to seek power over others, and to lose power over a man's self.

He that plots to be the only figure among ciphers [zeros], is the decay of the whole age.

It is natural to die as to be born.

We only have our nervous system to paint.

A man that is young in years may be old in hours if he have lost no time.

Man, as the minister and interpreter of nature, is limited in act and understanding by his observation of the order of nature; neither his understanding nor his power extends further.