General Notions Are Generally Wrong.

One Can Never Outlive One's Vanity.

I Am Afraid We Are Little Better Than Straws Upon The Water; We May Flatter Ourselves That We Swim, When The Current Carries Us Along.

See How That Pair Of Billing Doves With Open Murmurs Own Their Loves And, Heedless Of Censorious Eyes, Pursue Their Unpolluted Joys: No Fears Of Future Want Molest The Downy Quiet Of Their Nest.

The Familiarities Of The Gaming-table Contribute Very Much To The Decay Of Politeness ... The Pouts And Quarrels That Naturally Arise From Disputes Must Put An End To All Complaisance, Or Even Good Will Towards One Another.

People Are Never So Near Playing The Fool As When They Think Themselves Wise.