How Few Our Real Wants, And How

What Do I Owe To My Times, To My Country, To My Neighbors, To My Friends? Such Are The Questions Which A Virtuous Man Ought Often To Ask Himself.

All Finery Is A Sign Of Littleness.

The Mingled Incentives Which Lead To Action Are Often Too Subtle And Lie Too Deep For Us To Analyze.

He Who Always Prefaces His Tale With Laughter, Is Poised Between Impertinence And Folly.

Avoid The Eye That Discovers With Rapidity The Bad, And Is Slow To See The Good.