Necessity Embitters The Evils Which It Cannot

There Does Not Exist A Man Sufficiently Intelligent Never To Be Tiresome.

The Fruit Derived From Labor Is The Sweetest Of Pleasures.

Few Maxims Are True In Every Respect.

And Where, On Earth, Dwell Hope And Truth? In Childhood's Uncorrupted Heart; Alas! Too Soon To Guileless Youth The World Doth Its Dark Code Impart!

We Are Forced To Respect The Gifts Of Nature, Which Study And Fortune Cannot Give.