Every Absurdity Has A Champion To Defend

Pity, Though It May Often Relieve, Is But, At Best, A Short-lived Passion, And Seldom Affords Distress More Than Transitory Assistance; With Some It Scarce Lasts From The First Impulse Till The Hand Can Be Put Into The Pocket.

Take A Dollar From A Thousand And It Will Be A Thousand No More.

It Seemed To Me Pretty Plain, That They Had More Of Love Than Matrimony In Them.

Popular Glory Is A Perfect Coquette; Her Lovers Must Toil, Feel Every Inquietude, Indulge Every Caprice, And Perhaps At Last Be Jilted Into The Bargain. True Glory, On The Other Hand, Resembles A Woman Of Sense; Her Admirers Must Play No Tricks. They Feel No Great Anxiety, For They Are Sure In The End Of Being Rewarded In Proportion To Their Merit.

Nothing Is So Contemptible As That Affectation Of Wisdom, Which Some Display, By Universal Incredulity.