Modesty Is The Only Sure Bait When

A Man's Own Good Breeding Is The Best Security Against Other People's Ill Manners.

He Makes People Pleased With Him By Making Them First Pleased With Themselves.

Remember, That When I Speak Of Pleasures I Always Mean The Elegant Pleasures Of A Rational Being, And Not The Brutal Ones Of A Swine. I Mean La Bonne Chère, Short Of Gluttony; Wine, Infinitely Short Of Drunkenness; Play, Without The Least Gaming; And Gallantry, Without Debauchery.

It Seems To Me That Physical Sickness Softens, Just As Moral Sickness Hardens, The Heart.

I Am Very Sure That Any Man Of Common Understanding May, By Culture, Care, Attention, And Labor, Make Himself What- Ever He Pleases, Except A Great Poet.