Nature Makes Merit, And Fortune Puts It

The Mind Cannot Long Play The Heart's Role.

We Should Often Feel Ashamed Of Our Best Actions If The World Could See All The Motives Which Produced Them.

We Sometimes Condemn The Present, By Praising The Past; And Show Our Contempt Of What Is Now, By Our Esteem For What Is No More.

When The Soul Is Ruffled By The Remains Of One Passion, It Is More Disposed To Entertain A New One Than When It Is Entirely Curedand At Rest From All.

The Greatest Fault Of A Penetrating Wit Is To Go Beyond The Mark.