Gloomy Calm Of Idle Vacancy.

The Superiority Of Some Men Is Merely Local. They Are Great Because Their Associates Are Little.

Life Has No Pleasure Higher Or Nobler Than That Of Friendship.

Deign On The Passing World To Turn Thine Eyes, And Pause Awhile From Letters, To Be Wise.

Contempt Is A Kind Of Gangrene Which, If It Seizes One Part Of A Character, Corrupts All The Rest By Degrees.

It Is Not True That People Are Naturally Equal For No Two People Can Be Together For Even A Half An Hour Without One Acquiring An Evident Superiority Over The Other.