One Must Be Strict Even In Little

Many Infidels Have Maintained That Ignorance Is The Mother Of Devotion.

I, Who Have No Sisters Or Brothers, Look With Some Degree Of Innocent Envy On Those Who May Be Said To Be Born To Friends.

Friendship, "the Wine Of Life," Should, Like A Well-stocked Cellar, Be Continually Renewed; And It Is Consolatory To Think, That Although We Can Seldom Add What Will Equal The Generous First Growths Of Our Youth, Yet Friendship Becomes Insensibly Old In Much Less Time Than Is Commonly Imagined, And Not Many Years Are Required To Make It Mellow And Pleasant.

What A Curious Creature Is Man; With What A Variety Of Powers And Faculties Is He Endued; Yet How Easily Is He Disturbed And Put Out Of Order.

All Censure Of A Man's Self Is Oblique Praise.