An Old Friend Never Can Be Found,

Pride Is A Vice, Which Pride Itself Inclines Every Man To Find In Others, And To Overlook In Himself

Tomorrow Is An Old Deceiver, And His Cheat Never Grows Stale.

Authors And Lovers Always Suffer Some Infatuation, From Which Only Absence Can Set Them Free.

I Have No More Pleasure In Hearing A Man Attempting Wit And Failing, Than In Seeing A Man Trying To Leap Over A Ditch And Tumbling Into It

What Ever The Motive For The Insult, It Is Always Best To Overlook It; For Folly Doesn't Deserve Resentment, And Malice Is Punished By Neglect.