Had not almost every man suffered by the Press, or were not the tyranny thereof become universal, I had not wanted reason for complaint.

(Death is) A leap into the dark.

Who knows whether the best of men be known? or whether there be not more remarkable persons forgot, than any that stand remembered in the known account of time?

Content may dwell in all stations. To be low but above contempt may be high enough to be happy.

Oblivion is not to be hired.

The man without a navel still lives in me.

I intend no Monopoly, but a Community in Learning; I study not for my own sake only, but for theirs that study not for themselves.