He Who Would Be Singular In His

Fear, If It Be Not Immoderate, Puts A Guard About Us That Does Watch And Defend Us; But Credulity Keeps Us Naked, And Lays Us Open To All The Sly Assaults Of Ill-intending Men: It Was A Virtue When Man Was In His Innocence; But Since His Fall, It Abuses Those That Own It.

God Has Made No One Absolute. The Rich Depend On The Poor, As Well As The Poor On The Rich. The World Is But A Magnificent Building; All The Stones Are Gradually Cemented Together. No One Subsists By Himself.

We Pick Our Own Sorrows Out Of The Joys Of Other Men, And From Their Sorrows Likewise We Derive Our Joys.

Human Life Has Not A Surer Friend, Nor Oftentimes A Greater Enemy, Than Hope. It Is The Miserable Man's God, Which In The Hardest Gripe Of Calamity Never Fails To Yield To Him Beams Of Comfort. It Is The Presumptuous Man's Devil, Which Leads Him A While In A Smooth Way, And Then Suddenly Breaks His Neck.

To Be Gentle Is The Test Of A Lady.