Life Is Too Short For A Long

I Hate The Noise And Hurry Inseparable From Great Estates And Titles, And Look Upon Both As Blessings That Ought Only To Be Given To Fools, For 'tis Only To Them That They Are Blessings.

No Modest Man Ever Did Or Ever Will Make A Fortune.

While Conscience Is Our Friend, All Is At Peace; However Once It Is Offended, Farewell To A Tranquil Mind.

We Have All Our Playthings. Happy Are They Who Are Contented With Those They Can Obtain; Those Hours Are Spent In The Wisest Manner That Can Easiest Shade The Ills Of Life, And Are The Least Productive Of Ill Consequences.

I Despise The Pleasure Of Pleasing People That I Despise.