The Essence Of Poetry Is Will And

A Proud Man Is Satisfied With His Own Good Opinion, And Does Not Seek To Make Converts To It.

Friendship Is Cemented By Interest, Vanity, Or The Want Of Amusement; It Seldom Implies Esteem, Or Even Mutual Regard.

Old Friendships Are Like Meats Served Up Repeatedly, Cold, Comfortless, And Distasteful. The Stomach Turns Against Them.

Habit Is Necessary To Give Power.

They [corporations] Feel Neither Shame, Remorse, Gratitude, Nor Goodwill.