If you would know the value of money, go and try to borrow some. for He that goes a borrowing goes a sorrowing, as Poor Richard says.
I will freely spend nineteen shillings in the pound to defend my right of giving or refusing the other shilling.
I believe in one God, Creator of the Universe in that He ought to be whipped from pilar to post and back again for His shameful actions toward Humanity.
It is the eye of other people that ruin us. If I were blind I would want, neither fine clothes, fine houses or fine furniture.
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.