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I Describe Not Men, But Manners; Not An Individual, But A Species.

Good-breeding Is Not Confined To Externals, Much Less To Any Particular Dress Or Attitude Of The Body; It Is The Art Of Pleasing, Or Contributing As Much As Possible To The Ease And Happiness Of Those With Whom You Converse.

There Are Two Considerations Which Always Imbitter The Heart Of An Avaricious Man--the One Is A Perpetual Thirst After More Riches, The Other The Prospect Of Leaving What He Has Already Acquired.

Domestic Happiness Is The End Of Almost All Our Pursuits, And The Common Reward Of All Our Pains. When Men Find Themselves Forever Barred From This Delightful Fruition, They Are Lost To All Industry, And Grow Careless Of All Their Worldly Affairs. Thus They Become Bad Subjects, Bad Relations, Bad Friends, And Bad Men.

There Is Perhaps No Surer Mark Of Folly, Than To Attempt To Correct Natural Infirmities Of Those We Love.