Patience Is A Necessary Ingredient Of Genius.

What We Call The Heart Is A Nervous Sensation, Like Shyness, Which Gradually Disappears In Society. It Is Fervent In The Nursery, Strong In The Domestic Circle, Tumultuous At School.

Fame And Power Are The Objects Of All Men. Even Their Partial Fruition Is Gained By Very Few; And That, Too, At The Expense Of Social Pleasure, Health, Conscience, Life.

Colonies Do Not Cease To Be Colonies Because They Are Independent.

The Services In Wartime Are Fit Only For Desperadoes, But In Peace Are Only Fit For Fools.

There Is No Waste Of Time Like Making Excuses.