I Laugh At My Heart, And Do

There Is Nothing In The World More Pitiable Than An Irresolute Man, Oscillating Between Two Feelings, Who Would Willingly Unite The Two And Who Does Not Perceive That Nothing Can Unite Them

To Appear At Church Every Sunday; To Look Down Upon, And Let Himself Be Looked At For An Hour By The Congregation, Is The Best Means Of Becoming Popular Which Can Be Recommended To A Young Sovereign.

No Two Men See The World Exactly Alike, And Different Temperaments Will Apply In Different Ways A Principle That They Both Acknowledge.

If A Poet Would Work Politically, He Must Give Himself Up To A Party; And So Soon As He Does That, He Is Lost As A Poet.

A Man's Manners Are A Mirror In Which He Shows His Portrait.