Civility Cost Nothing.

The Familiarities Of The Gaming-table Contribute Very Much To The Decay Of Politeness ... The Pouts And Quarrels That Naturally Arise From Disputes Must Put An End To All Complaisance, Or Even Good Will Towards One Another.

I Have All My Life Been On My Guard Against The Information Conveyed By The Sense Of Hearing -- It Being One Of My Earliest Observations, The Universal Inclination Of Humankind Is To Be Led By The Ears, And I Am Sometimes Apt To Imagine That They Are Given To Men As They Are To Pitchers, Purposely That They May Be Carried About By Them.

The Screech-owl, With Ill-boding Cry, Portends Strange Things, Old Women Say; Stops Every Fool That Passes By, And Frights The School-boy From His Play.

Strictly Speaking, There Is But One Real Evil: I Mean Acute Pain. All Other Complaints Are So Considerably Diminished By Time That It Is Plain The Grief Is Owing To Our Passion, Since The Sensation Of It Vanishes When That Is Over.

The Knowledge Of Numbers Is One Of The Chief Distinctions Between Us And The Brutes.