A Mixture Of Admiration And Pity Is

Almost All Human Affairs Are Tedious. Everything Is Too Long. Visits, Dinners, Concerts, Plays, Speeches, Pleadings, Essays, Sermons, Are Too Long. Pleasure And Business Labor Equally Under This Defect, Or, As I Should Rather Say, This Fatal Super-abundance.

There Are No Better Cosmetics Than A Severe Temperance And Purity, Modesty And Humility, A Gracious Temper And Calmness Of Spirit; And There Is No True Beauty Without The Signatures Of These Graces In The Very Countenance.

We Are Pleased With One Who Instantly Assents To Our Opinions, But We Love A Proselyte.

Many A Man Has A Kind Of A Kaleidoscope, Where The Bits Of Broken Glass Are His Own Merits And Fortunes; And They Fall Into Harmonious Arrangements, And Delight Him, Often Most Mischievously And To His Ultimate Detriment; But They Are A Present Pleasure.

The World Will Find Out That Part Of Your Character Which Concerns It: That Which Especially Concerns Yourself, It Will Leave For You To Discover.