Bargaining Has Neither Friends Nor Relations.

In 1736 I Lost One Of My Sons, A Fine Boy Of Four Years Old, By The Small-pox, Taken In The Common Way. I Long Regretted Bitterly, And Still Regret That I Had Not Given It To Him By Inoculation. This I Mention For The Sake Of Parents Who Omit That Operation, On The Supposition That They Should Never Forgive Themselves If A Child Died Under It; My Example Showing That The Regret May Be The Same Either Way, And That, Therefore, The Safer Should Be Chosen.

Man Is A Tool-making Animal

In Order For Three People To Keep A Secret, Two Must Be Dead.

Search Others For Their Virtues, Thyself For Thy Vices.

He That Resolves To Mend Hereafter, Resolves Not To Mend Now.