Ancient Travelers Guessed; Modern Travelers Measure.

It Seems To Be Remarkable That Death Increases Our Veneration For The Good, And Extenuates Our Hatred For The Bad.

We May Take Fancy For A Companion, But Must Follow Reason As Our Guide.

Such Seems To Be The Disposition Of Man, That Whatever Makes A Distinction Produces Rivalry.

It Is Certain That Success Naturally Confirms In Us A Favourable Opinion Of Our Own Abilities. Scarce Any Man Is Willing To Allot To Accident, Friendship, And A Thousand Causes, Which Concur In Every Event Without Human Contrivance Or Interposition, The Part Which They May Justly Claim In His Advancement. We Rate Ourselves By Our Fortune Rather Than Our Virtues, And Exorbitant Claims Are Quickly Produced By Imaginary Merit.

How Few Of His Friends' Houses Would A Man Choose To Be At When He Is Sick.