No Mind Is Much Employed Upon The

As I Know More Of Mankind I Expect Less Of Them, And Am Ready Now To Call A Man A Good Man Upon Easier Terms Than I Was Formerly.

I Live In The Crowd Of Jollity, Not So Much To Enjoy Company As To Shun Myself.

The Vicious Count Their Years; Virtuous, Their Acts.

When Desperate Ills Demand A Speedy Cure, Distrust Is Cowardice, And Prudence Folly.

Dishonor Waits On Perfidy. A Man Should Blush To Think A Falsehood; It Is The Crime Of Cowards.