Despair Swallows Up Cowardice.

Natural Affection Is A Prejudice; For Though We Have Cause To Love Our Nearest Connections Better Than Others, We Have No Reason To Think Them Better Than Others.

The Soul Of Dispatch Is Decision.

Our Contempt For Others Proves Nothing But The Illiberality And Narrowness Of Our Own Views.

He Who Would See Old Hoghton Right Must View It By The Pale Moonlight.

Vanity Does Not Refer To The Opinion A Man Entertains Of Himself, But To That Which He Wishes Others To Entertain Of Him.