Old Age Is A Tyrant, Who Forbids,

Esteem Never Makes Ingrates.

In Misfortune We Often Mistake Dejection For Constancy; We Bear It Without Daring To Look On It; Like Cowards, Who Suffer Themselves To Be Murdered Without Resistance.

Nothing Ought In Reason To Mortify Our Self-satisfaction More That The Considering That We Condemn At One Time What We Highly Approve And Commend At Another.

It's Easier To Know People In General Than One Person In Particular

It Is Much Easier To Seem Fitted For Posts We Do Not Fill Than For Those We Do.