Confidence Is Its Own Security.

It Merely Shews, After All, That Affection Is A Habit.

Restraint Is The Golden Rule Of Enjoyment.

The Blessings Of Matrimony, Like Those Of Poverty, Belong Rather To Philosophy Than Reality.

Habit Is Our Idea Of Eternity.

Toil Is The Portion Of Day, As Sleep Is That Of Night; But If There Be One Hour Of The Twenty-four Which Has The Life Of Day Without Its Labor, And The Rest Of Night Without Its Slumber, It Is The Lovely And Languid Hour Of Twilight.