Of All Our Faults, The One That

Many Young Persons Believe Themselves Natural When They Are Only Impolite And Coarse.

In The Intercourse Of Life, We Please More By Our Faults Than By Our Good Qualities.

A Person Well Satisfied With Themselves Is Seldom Satisfied With Others, And Others, Rarely Are With Them.

Hope Is The Last Thing That Dies In Man; And Though It Be Exceedingly Deceitful, Yet It Is Of This Good Use To Us, That While We Are Traveling Through Life It Conducts Us In An Easier And More Pleasant Way To Our Journey's End.

We Frequently Are Troublesome To Others, When We Think It Impossible For Us Ever To Be So.