No Money Is Better Spent Than What

False Taste Is Always Busy To Mislead Those That Are Entering Upon The Regions Of Learning; And The Traveller, Uncertain Of His Way, And Forsaken By The Sun, Will Be Pleased To See A Fainter Orb Arise On The Horizon, That May Rescue Him From Total Darkness, Though With Weak And Borrowed Lustre.

I Look Upon Every Day To Be Lost, In Which I Do Not Make A New Acquaintance.

Every Man Wishes To Be Wise, And They Who Cannot Be Wise Are Almost Always Cunning.

You May Abuse A Tragedy, Though You Cannot Write One. You May Scold A Carpenter Who Has Made You A Bad Table, Though You Cannot Make A Table. It Is Not Your Trade To Make Tables.

Hides From Himself His State, And Shuns To Know That Life Protracted Is Protracted Woe.