I agree that we should work and prolong the functions of life as far as we can, and hope that Death may find me planting my cabbages, but indifferent to him and still more to the unfinished state of my garden.

The same reason that makes us chide and brawl and fall out with any of our neighbors, causeth a war to follow between Princes.

The perpetual work of your life is but to lay the foundation of death.

I love a friendship that flatters itself in the sharpness and vigor of its communications.

It is the mind that maketh good or ill, That maketh wretch or happy, rich or poor.

I seek in the reading of books, only to please myself, by an honest diversion.

Necessity reconciles and brings men together; and this accidental connection afterward forms itself into laws.