Promise, Large Promise, Is The Soul Of

That What Cannot Be Repaired Is Not To Be Regretted.

Language Is The Dress Of Thought; Every Time You Talk Your Mind Is On Parade.

As Peace Is The End Of War, So To Be Idle Is The Ultimate Purpose Of The Busy.

Vanity Is So Frequently The Apparent Motive Of Advice That We, For The Most Part, Summon Our Powers To Oppose It Without Very Accurate Inquiry Whether It Is Right. It Is Sufficient That Another Is Growing Great In His Own Eyes At Our Expense, And Assumes Authority Over Us Without Our Permission; For Many Would Contentedly Suffer The Consequences Of Their Own Mistakes, Rather Than The Insolence Of Him Who Triumphs As Their Deliverer.

Nothing Flatters A Man As Much As The Happiness Of His Wife; He Is Always Proud Of Himself As The Source Of It.