[n]o Party Is Any Fun Unless Seasoned

The Majority Of The Common People Loathe War And Pray For Peace; Only A Handful Of Individuals, Whose Evil Joys Depend On General Misery, Desire War.

Whether A Party Can Have Much Success Without A Woman Present I Must Ask Others To Decide, But One Thing Is Certain, No Party Is Any Fun Unless Seasoned With Folly.

Nature, More Of A Stepmother Than A Mother In Several Ways, Has Sown A Seed Of Evil In The Hearts Of Mortals, Especially In The More Thoughtful Men, Which Makes Them Dissatisfied With Their Own Lot And Envious Of Another S.

Everybody Hates A Prodigy, Detests An Old Head On Young Shoulders.

A Nail Is Driven Out By Another Nail. Habit Is Overcome By Habit.