Fear Guides More Than Gratitude.

If We Look Round The World, There Seem To Be Not Above Six Distinct Varieties In The Human Species, Each Of Which Is Strongly Marked, And Speaks The Kind Seldom To Have Mixed With Any Other. But There Is Nothing In The Shape, Nothing In The Faculties, That Shows Their Coming From Different Originals; And The Varieties Of Climate, Of Nourishment, And Custom, Are Sufficient To Produce Every Change.

The Europeans Are Themselves Blind Who Describe Fortune Without Sight. No First-rate Beauty Ever Had Finer Eyes, Or Saw More Clearly. They Who Have No Other Trade But Seeking Their Fortune Need Never Hope To Find Her; Coquette-like, She Flies From Her Close Pursuers, And At Last Fixes On The Plodding Mechanic Who Stays At Home And Minds His Business.

The Ambitious Are Forever Followed By Adulation For They Receive The Most Pleasure From Flattery.

Both Wit And Understanding Are Trifles Without Integrity; It Is That Which Gives Value To Every Character. The Ignorant Peasant, Without Fault, Is Greater Than The Philosopher With Many; For What Is Genius Or Courage Without A Heart?

Thus Love Is The Most Easy And Agreeable, And Gratitude The Most Humiliating, Affection Of The Mind. We Never Reflect On The Man We Love Without Exulting In Our Choice, While He Who Has Bound Us To Him By Benefits Alone Rises To Our Ideas As A Person To Whom We Have In Some Measure Forfeited Our Freedom.