No Favor Can Win Gratitude From A

In Everything We Ought To Look At The End.

There's Nothing Sweeter Than A Real Friend: Not Only Is He Prompt To Lend— An Angler Delicate, He Fishes The Very Deepest Of Your Wishes, And Spares Your Modesty The Task His Friendly Aid To Ask. A Dream, A Shadow, Wakes His Fear, When Pointing At The Object Dear.

Sensible People Find Nothing Useless.

The More Wary You Are Of Danger, The More Likely You Are To Meet It.

Let Us Not Overstrain Our Talents, Lest We Do Nothing Gracefully: A Clown, Whatever He May Do, Will Never Pass For A Gentleman. [fr., Ne Forcons Point Notre Talent; Nous Ne Ferions Rien Avec Grace: Jamais Un Lourdaud, Quoi Qu'il Fasse, Ne Saurit Passer Pour Galant.]