No One Thinks Fortune So Blind As

Our Actions Are Like Blank Rhymes, To Which Everyone Applies What Sense He Pleases.

We Often Brag That We Are Never Bored With Ourselves, And Are So Vain As Never To Think Ourselves Bad Company.

As We Grow Older, We Increase In Folly--and In Wisdom.

The Extreme Delight We Experience In Talking About Ourselves Should Warn Us That Those Who Listen Do Not Share It.

Consolation For Unhappiness Can Often Be Found In A Certain Satisfaction We Get From Looking Unhappy.