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There Are Those Who Never Reason On What They Should Do, But What They Have Done; As If Reason Had Her Eyes Behind, And Could Only See Backwards.

No One Hath Seen Beauty In Its Highest Lustre Who Hath Never Seen It In Distress.

Custom May Lead A Man Into Many Errors; But It Justifies None.

Riches Without Charity Are Nothing Worth. They Are A Blessing Only To Him Who Makes Them A Blessing To Others.

Great Vices Are The Proper Objects Of Our Detestation, Smaller Faults Of Our Pity, But Affectation Appears To Be The Only True Source Of The Ridiculous.