Business Before Pleasure.

There Is No Existence So Content As That Whose Present Is Engrossed By Employment, And Whose Future Is Filled By Some Strong Hope, The Truth Of Which Is Never Proved. Toil And Illusion Are The Only Secrets To Make Life Tolerable.

In Came ... A Baby, Eloquent As Infancy Usually Is, And Like Most Youthful Orators, More Easily Heard Than Understood.

Jealousy Ought To Be Tragic, To Save It From Being Ridiculous.

There Is No Wretchedness Like Self-reproach.

Few Save The Poor Feel For The Poor.