I Used To Wonder Why People Should

There Is Scarcely Any Fault In Another Which Offends Us More Than Vanity, Though Perhaps There Is None That Really Injures Us So Little.

That Silence Is One Of The Great Arts Of Conversation Is Allowed By Cicero Himself, Who Says, There Is Not Only An Art, But Even An Eloquence In It

Anger Is The Common Refuge Of Insignificance. People Who Feel Their Character To Be Slight, Hope To Give It Weight By Inflation: But The Blown Bladder At Its Fullest Distention Is Still Empty.

Nothing Raises The Price Of A Blessing Like Its Removal; Whereas It Was Its Continuance Which Should Have Taught Us Its Value. There Are Three Requisitions To The Proper Enjoyment Of Earthly Blessings,--a Thankful Reflection On The Goodness Of The Giver, A Deep Sense Of Our Unworthiness, A Recollection Of The Uncertainty Of Long Possessing Them. The First Would Make Us Grateful; The Second, Humble; And The Third, Moderate.

Sensibility Appears To Me To Be Neither Good Nor Evil In Itself, But In Its Application. Under The Influence Of Christian Principle, It Makes Saints And Martyrs; Ill-directed, Or Uncontrolled, It Is A Snare, And The Source Of Every Temptation; Besides, As People Cannot Get It If It Is Not Given Them, To Descant On It Seems To Me As Idle As To Recommend People To Have Black Eyes Or Fair Complexions.