Conscience Is Harder Than Our Enemies, Knows

It Is Never Too Late To Be Who You Want To Be.

I Have A Knack Of Hoping, Which Is As Good As An Estate.

To Manage Men One Ought To Have A Sharp Mind In A Velvet Sheath.

Our Vanities Differ As Our Noses Do: All Conceit Is Not The Same Conceit, But Varies In Correspondence With The Minutiae Of Mental Make In Which One Of Us Differs From Another.

We Long For An Affection Altogether Ignorant Of Our Faults. Heaven Has Accorded This To Us In The Uncritical Canine Attachment.