Economy Spoils Pleasure

Those Who Do Not Love Life Do Not Deserve It.

Hatred, In The Course Of Time, Kills The Unhappy Wretch Who Delights In Nursing It In His Bosom.

I Have Met With Some Of Them - Very Honest Fellows, Who, With All Their Stupidity, Had A Kind Of Intelligence And An Upright Good Sense, Which Cannot Be The Characteristics Of Fools.

By Recollecting The Pleasures I Have Had Formerly, I Renew Them, I Enjoy Them A Second Time, While I Laugh At The Remembrance Of Troubles Now Past, And Which I No Longer Feel.

I Have Often Met With Happiness After Some Imprudent Step Which Ought To Have Brought Ruin Upon Me, And Although Passing A Vote Of Censure Upon Myself I Would Thank God For His Mercy.