History Is But A Confused Heap Of

Wrongs Are Often Forgiven, But Contempt Never Is. Our Pride Remembers It Forever. It Implies A Discovery Of Weakness, Which We Are More Careful To Conceal Than A Crime. Many A Man Will Confess His Crimes To A Friend; But I Never Knew A Man That Would Tell His Silly Weaknesses To His Most Intimate One.

Every Man Becomes, To A Certain Degree, What The People He Generally Converses With Are.

Manners Must Adorn Knowledge And Smooth Its Way Through The World.

Women Have, In General, But Ne Object, Which Is Their Beauty; Upon Which, Scarce Any Flattery Is Too Gross For Them To Swallow.

He Makes People Pleased With Him By Making Them First Pleased With Themselves.