He Who Attempts To Do All Will

The Cure For The Greatest Part Of Human Miseries Is Not Radical, But Palliative.

If I Had No Duties, And No Reference To Futurity, I Would Spend My Life In Driving Briskly In A Post-chaise With A Pretty Woman.

It Was The Peculiar Artifice Of Habit Not To Suffer Her Power To Be Felt At First. Those Whom She Led, She Had The Address Of Appearing Only To Attend, But Was Continually Doubling Her Chains Upon Her Companions; Which Were So Slender In Themselves, And So Silently Fastened, That While The Attention Was Engaged By Other Objects, They Were Not Easily Perceived. Each Link Grew Tighter As It Had Been Longer Worn; And When By Continual Additions They Became So Heavy As To Be Felt, They Were Very Frequently Too Strong To Be Broken.

It Is A Maxim That No Man Was Ever Enslaved By Influence While He Was Fit To Be Free.

If A Man Could Say Nothing Against A Character But What He Can Prove, History Could Not Be Written.