As Peace Is The End Of War,

All Imposture Weakens Confidence And Chills Benevolence.

So Different Are The Colors Of Life, As We Look Forward To The Future, Or Backward To The Past; And So Different The Opinions And Sentiments Which This Contrariety Of Appearance Naturally Produces, That The Conversation Of The Old And Young Ends Generally With Contempt Or Pity On Either Side.

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

A Transition From An Author's Book To His Conversation, Is Too Often Like An Entrance Into A Large City.

It Is In Refinement And Elegance That The Civilized Man Differs From The Savage.